Metaphor

it’s no use now to think of turning back,
    The rest of the way will be only going down.
The Long Hill ~ Sarah Teasdale

Downhill now, I've passed 
the hill's crest, heedless
even of that view.
The track though is clear -
descent's my decline;
being cavalier
with clocks has let slip
past, the years on year

There's no backtrack, no
way to make amends
only a breakthrough
where the path narrows.
Sure and unbending
I'll praise tomorrows
and the chanticleer,
daybreak's cheerful seer

33 thoughts on “Metaphor

  1. I enjoyed walking downhill with you in your metaphor octameter, Laura, and love that ‘chanticleer, daybreak’s cheerful seer’.

  2. Ah yes, the

    being cavalier with clocks

    Why is it we waste away so many hours?

    I will have to try to write to this form with enjambment and hope it turns out as well as yours did. It makes the rhyming seamless if that’s what you want for the poem.

  3. As my father often said, “Every day I wake up is a good day”.
    I like the rhythm you’ve created, it’s much like taking a walk. (K)

  4. Descending from a summit is a good time for reflection and if it can be in a spirit of “Je ne regrette pas rien…” and even looking optimistically forward to each remaining day – so much the better – nicely done Laura…

  5. So well-crafted, Laura. I love “cavalier with clocks” and chanticleer–since I’m such a morning person and normally optimistic though also facing that descent.

  6. A lovely tribute in ‘octameter’ to Teasdale, Laura! I keep thinking about circles with a form like this, yet I appreciate how your poem’s commitment to “downhill” motion underpins its speaker’s resolve and trust in the promise of tomorrow.

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