At The Brink Of Night

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The hour of grey mists and steady rain
sends my thoughts soaring. I am part
pain and part longing, reflecting upon
the shades of night.

The wind whispers a thousand verses,
ushering cries of newborns and hopes
of estranged lovers.

The mystery overwhelms me as I find
the words and let them sing. I sought
to assuage the pain, embrace the soul-
searching droplets: so that everything
even that which was remotely related,
would heal with the passage of time.

Like an ancient fear turned to dust and
left to fade.

 

Photo credits: Instagram

Brendan invites us to play tennis with a ghost. I chose to play with Rainer Maria
Rilke and his poem ‘At The Brink Of Night.

Posted for “Sunday Challenge” @ Real Toads

Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

56 Replies to “At The Brink Of Night”

  1. Such powerful longing here, and the rapture of discovery, if only for the length, the depth, of a song … What more can we ask for? Wasn’t “At The Brink of Night” written by Rilke when he lived in Paris? He didn’t like it much, too much bustle; in his building there was someone who practiced cello all night. He strains to find and hold what his inwardness is shouting. Great response to the prompt, Sanaa, and I had to take a shot at Rilke — the dude is such a ghost!

  2. Another of my favourite poets, Sanaa, and you have responded so beautifully! I love how you have evoked the atmosphere in the opening lines and created a soundtrack with:
    ‘The wind whispers a thousand verses,
    ushering cries of newborns and hopes
    of estranged lovers’.

  3. Dark nights and steady rain can have a depressing effect upon you, more so if you are nursing a hurt in your life. Introducing ancient fears then makes the whole night worse. Good to see you write of less pleasant times as well Sanaa.

    1. Thank you so much, Nissa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

      PS: It’s a response to a prompt at the garden.. you should check it out 🙂

  4. My new favorite of yours, perfect in every way, though not very sunny. And that last image? Wow. It’s still got me in its grip!

  5. so that everything
    even that which was remotely related,
    would heal with the passage of time.

    Nature has a way of mending itself and life moves on unrelenting!

    Hank

  6. This is so lovely Sanaa. You create a mood, common to all of us, wishing to heal those hurts we all contain. I love your imagery and choice of words. This is a powerful poem.

  7. I grew up on the third coast, and grey rainy days are my favs. (In a way, strange that I moved to the desert?) I suppose during these times, “thoughts,” seek shelter in our minds. Warm and dry…and sometimes empty. If we were not “part pain and part longing,” what would we be? I have found both exquisite as is your poem. I love going to that grey and rainy place with you.

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