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The Setting Noonday Sun

There is that feeling.
It is right now.
I don’t understand;
Now is the end.

Sunday, it happened
while I walked into
the low winter sun,
setting at Noon.

I’ve been in the end
for weeks, perhaps
all of my days; the end is now,
but where is it?

Is it that low sun
or my wicked chemicals?

I’ve been at the end
forever, but I hope
I’m beginning now.
Such a slight hope.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on January 30, 2012 - 8:47 pm

    “The End” Doors

    • #2 by Carl on January 31, 2012 - 10:54 pm

      Oh, yes! That is a very long song. I think Jim was singing about that moment when he hit bottom after heroin. I don’t think I’ll try that.

  2. #3 by wordsweneversaid on January 30, 2012 - 8:47 pm

    *small nod*

    I feel like I can relate to this…

    The end just seems to drag on but what I really want is not for it to be over – I just want something to begin again.

    Anything really.

    Just something to make the end seem less like that is all there will ever be.

    Be well,
    M.L.

    • #4 by Carl on January 31, 2012 - 10:55 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I didn’t do it justice. I’m afraid it is up to us to patiently sit through these things, somehow having faith that they do end.

  3. #5 by sixthsymph on January 30, 2012 - 9:42 pm

    ‘Such a slight hope’, like seeing the sun after a long, long winter. Beautiful.

    • #6 by Carl on January 31, 2012 - 10:55 pm

      Thank you so much for your comment. I appreciate it!

  4. #7 by yelena on January 31, 2012 - 10:56 am

    the final stanza is so exquisite. enjoyed this verse very much. thanks for share.

    • #8 by Carl on January 31, 2012 - 10:56 pm

      Thank you for visiting, and thank you for your kind comment.

  5. #9 by Seabell on February 4, 2012 - 4:20 am

    When I stopped smoking I used to ask (insistent and inquisitively) to people: “Why do you want to live? The world is so utterly sad!” If you feel the same, it’ll go away. It is a choice, if you know what I mean. And by the way, I wrote very recently about “the end” too: “Every day is like the end of the world/Since I know we stepped out of love.” You are not alone there, Carl.

    • #10 by Carl on February 8, 2012 - 8:49 pm

      It is wonderful to hear from you, and I appreciate your thoughtful comment.

  6. #11 by Kay Camden on February 4, 2012 - 12:20 pm

    When you’ve reached the end, the only way is up.

    • #12 by Carl on February 8, 2012 - 8:50 pm

      I thought that was a bottom, and I’ve done that one, I think! What happens when you reach the beginning?

      • #13 by Kay Camden on February 8, 2012 - 9:28 pm

        I’m imagining a trail that ends at a brick wall, or a poisonous swamp. Upward and onward. The beginning? I don’t know. You collect $200 and try not to land on the Income Tax space?

        • #14 by Carl on February 29, 2012 - 9:36 pm

          I love your rhetorically talented reply!

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