In Which an Empty Aluminum Can Empathizes with Me
Has sleep deserted you as well?
Eloped with the moon and left us in the dark?
Wine in hand, I ramble the small apartment,
lift wistful match to lavender candles,
count plodding steps like unwilling sheep.
In the alley, a vagrant can rattles
its sentiments, banging and recoiling
in the windy gloom, bounding off walls,
echoing the tally of its own clattered orbit,
oblivious to the vacuum within.
Rejoice the emptiness it seems to say.
Let gale and time mock our restless bones.
What else can we do
but feast the grace of lightness.
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The middle stanza is the perfect image of restlessness and captures the sentiment of the poem very well!
Agreed! And I can hear the can rattling, and resting, before rattling again, due to wisely sprinkled consonance.
Wow, Sylvia, you sure know how to extend a metaphor! And I love the old fashioned title.
The last three lines are perfection!
Love this–feast the grace of lightness.!! Wonderful choice of words
Sylvia, you are such a wonderful poet!! So many good images – wistful match, vagrant can, clattered orbit! And the grace of lightness – just wow!!!
Sylvia, my “brunch buddy” – I’m delayed on commenting since I only just got back but: of course I love all the poems you’ve given us! Especially the (unintended?) connection between the image from prior poem about us (US) being “hung out to dry” and “what else can we do but feast the grace of lightness. Dance. Fly.” That gives hope. And your insight and clear empathy as well! Thank you!!
When you have been there then you know how right on the money these words get it.
It is a keeper.
Love the opening two lines, and so surprising to find empathy in an aluminum can!