And as he sat in the dying September grass, he kissed the chill and said:
I tip my glass to gravity
I'm so tired of the fight
If I still had the strength to stand
I'd greet the coming night
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13 comments:
Timeless :-D
A nice farewell to September :)
Powerful. a lot said in a few words.
I love this poem.
Miladysa, Sameera, Charles, and Strugglingwriter, I was a bit disappointed when I researched the "no mas" boxing match between Sugar Ray Leonard and Roberto Duran. Apparently, Duran may never have actually uttered the words. Regardless, they've come to epitomize THIS moment.
Sometimes you just can't fight anymore. Sometimes we realize that gravity was going to win all along.
Nice, Jason. And yes, I hadn't thought of it as a farewell to Sept, but that fits.
I just wrote a post that is another form of "no mas," I suppose. Maybe it's a sentiment in the air right now.
I really didn't know about "no mas". When I read the poem, I imagined a young man who was drinking out on a grassy slope in the country, flapping his arms trying to take off and fly. Realizing it was useless (the fight)...he gave up and tipped his glass to gravity. Beautiful poem whatever the meaning.
You are a true writer...you have captured so much in so few words. I think I will read this again.
Ybonsey, it very well may be in the air. I'm going to stop by and see how it affected you.
Kaye, there's a touch of defiant humor in his defeat. Will it hold for him? I don't know.
Merely Me, it makes me a bit sad that someone else resonates with this poem, but there's comfort in that too. And I'm happy to have offered that small comfort.
Beautiful and very sad... I think there comes such a moment for all of us...
The photo is intriguing. At a first glimpse I thought it was a church...
Thank goodness for dawns, and a world blessed with new light.
Vesper, a very human moment, as much as my personality wants to fight against it.
Sarah, I know how special that light is if for no other reason than for how it feels.
Wow.
Also, I'm sorry of my absence as of late from here. I do read and enjoy your post, and I really liked this simple and powerful poem.
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