because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

as bricks gather puddles

rain bleeds down white October cement
and the last of the honeysuckle and rose
give way to crowns of brittle yellows and rusts.

you ask me what is wrong
and there is no answer to why my answer
is never the right one.

coolness settles like a sigh into the city,
or like resignation, damp and flaccid.
we walk, and come up hard by the riverwall,

all stone and greying mortar against
what solace there is in storm-fed browns.
do not trouble yourself overmuch

by the bitter shade of my loneliness;
all things must flow in turn downstream
save the hawk that hunts above.

12 responses

  1. The mood one feels as winter approaches both from a seasonal standpoint and emotional standpoint are presented well in the poem.

    October 9, 2013 at 2:59 pm


    Love it! Especially love the line – coolness settles like a sigh into the city.

    And I like the hawk.

    October 9, 2013 at 3:09 pm

  3. great touch with the hawk in the end …
    the bitter shade of loneliness…the never being right…it builds nice…
    great to see something new by you as well…

    October 9, 2013 at 4:58 pm

    • Thanks, b. It feels like it has been awhile, just starting to get back into a regular swing…. ahh. Smiles.

      October 24, 2013 at 9:58 am

      • i hear you…
        and i miss richmond too.

        October 24, 2013 at 7:42 pm

  4. The bitter shade of loneliness and the hawk that hunts above, great lines Joanna.

    October 9, 2013 at 7:35 pm

    • thanks, lady! always great to hear from you. šŸ™‚

      October 24, 2013 at 10:01 am

  5. a beautiful thought. I have not been on wordpress for a while; I am so happy to be welcomed back by this writing. Thank you

    “you ask me what is wrong
    and there is no answer to why my answer
    is never the right one.”

    I know of this very, very well

    October 18, 2013 at 12:17 pm

    • welcome back! it has been off and on for me of late with writing; happy you could find some resonance with this one. cheers.

      October 24, 2013 at 10:07 am

  6. I agree it’s great to see new writings from you – the imagery here captures the inevitable dying of the light that is autumn. Yes, you’re never quite understood, and he does not trouble himself overmuch is a wonderful use of words. Keep writing and find pretty colors in the leaves.

    October 22, 2013 at 11:44 am

    • writing and finding pretty colors. i’m on it. šŸ™‚ it’s nice to “see” you again, Mosk, and good to be back.

      October 24, 2013 at 10:10 am


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