Sorrow. Poem by Michael Walker
Sorrow.
The sun is low in the western sky this evening
on my jog beside the river in the heat.
The water isrippling blue with wavelets
on the incomimg tide: it is like a painting to me.
Alas the pohutukawas have shed their red flowers,
now looking plain dull green along the roadside,
although the eucalypts still have their scarlet ones
which console me although they assert themselves less.
I had to miss the Masters Games this week
with a leg injury which made the calf muscles weak.
That let-down, and when I feel the bruises,
gets me down even on the run.
However, I feel lifted up when I hear from a stereo
David Bowie singing 'Sorrow'.
-14 February,2019.
Sadly, David Bowie died at 69 after a year-long battle with cancer.
This is indeed a very fascinating account of your daily jog routine and the nature's beauty observed on the way. The details are quite adorable. But it is sad to know about your leg injury which has somehow restricted your movement. Thanks, Michael, for sharing this fine piece of poetry.
Dissapointment can be hard to shake off. I enjoyed your descriptive poem that is like gazing at a New Zealand painting. Thank goodness music and nature resonate with our mood and console the soul.
A perceptive, brilliant comment thanks. I am an emotional person and pop music and a certain scenery affect my mood positively. I was once called 'manic depressive'.
Exactly, I need those consolations to counter constant depression. Then I can move to the other extreme of joy.
Michael, very nice. David Bowie was very talented and left us too soon. I rate a " 10" ..
I had to revise and correct the poem-only slightly. It could not have been worth ten when it first appeared. Your positive comments encourage me to keep trying to do better, to push the envelope. David Bowie was, I thought, a different artist from most others. Yes, David is gone too soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sun is low at western evening sky. You had to miss the master Games. Feeling lifted up is amazing. Sorrow is expressed with emotion. This is a brilliant poem excellently penned....10
I did regret missing the Masters Games, having planned to enter the half marathon. 'Sorrow' is a pop song that still holds up. I find.