We’re waiting,
smothered in this cheerless darkness of a dying year,
waiting in this lack of light for another dawn to break,
waiting for a listless dawn to break the shadows,
waiting for the night to wane,
waiting for this weary wake to end.
Bad night by Francisco Goya
After all the cheer I needed to write something a tad darker for De at dVerse. A quadrille using the word cheer.
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December 3, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Whew. Wonderful, Bjorn. Love the use of repetition, and the bleak feel of this.
Björn. You read mine before the edit and note
Much love
Sounds like a really bad night, dark and as bleak as the moors
Yes advent waiting with hope. Nice one Bjorn
Much💜love
And after the wake is the funeral. You’ve gone from one extreme to the other 🙂
dark as soot, brother, and hey, it works as a metaphor for we Americans concluding Year 2 in Trumpland.
I love your repetition of the word Waiting. It truly makes the atmosphere of the poem.
Good as ever my friend
Sums up the feeling if this time of year so well.
Nice “w” sound in that last line.
Always waiting for something
Well, cheerless is achieved.
I can feel the darkness – when will light come?
Oh Bjorn, I was on the down elevator with this one, down past sub-basement. Dark as midnight on a moonless nocturne…
Another effective poem. But I think I’m going back to the toddies.
loving the dark take on a rather bright word— cheer. love this phrase a ton: cheerless darkness of a dying year
Definitely darker. Love the repetition.
You’ve distilled despair in this quadrille, Björn, emphasised by the repetition of ‘waiting’ and the alliteration of ‘darkness of a dying year’ and ‘lack of light’.
yep, dark, and number 2
Many a sleepless night attests to the feeling you create in this poem.
I like the repetition in this. It is bleak indeed. I could see another stanza to this (if it wasn’t for the quadrille prompt).
The darker shades in this poem are incredibly eerie and the use of repetition here makes for a stellar write! Especially like; “waiting for a listless dawn to break the shadows.” ❤️
PS: I would love to read a longer version 😀
This may be a somber write but your use of repetition, rhythm and imagery was positively enlightened! I like this type of waiting.
kaykuala
smothered in this cheerless
darkness of a dying year
More than just a statement of fact. The ‘dying’ year is a tragedy waiting to worsen and no one seems to treat it with urgency!
Hank
Something about the coming of a new year is like a false dawn.. nothing really changes though we keep thinking it will!
Oh, this waiting is so painful in this darkness of the heart and mind. Does it ever come to fruition?! I wonder.
Ah, the pitiful, yet hoping lament of the little larva snuggled away since Fall. Nice write, Bjorn.
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So much time is wasted waiting…loved your poem.
Thanks for your comment on my post.