Sunday, February 22, 2009

One Single Impression: Twilight

twilight grey and dim
it's not my favorite time
time of life's season

twilight for child's play
nice out cool can barely see
fireflies light their way

twilight for the pets
please may we be fed our due
then we watch you feast

workers love twilight
clean their tools wash their faces
null vicious cycle

mothers take deep breath
cook feed bathe kids turn their beds
then night is for self

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who dies in twilight
that question asked of Google
"is" is not defined

King David was old
could not keep warm even when
put covers o'er him
young virgin to attend him
lie beside him keep him warm

(more in 1 Kings 1:1-4)
Photos and Poems Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Note: David did not have intimate relations with the young lady:
(more in 1 Kings 1:1-4)
1 When King David was old and well advanced in years, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him. 2 So his servants said to him, "Let us look for a young virgin to attend the king and take care of him. She can lie beside him so that our lord the king may keep warm."
3 Then they searched throughout Israel for a beautiful girl and found Abishag, a Shunammite, and brought her to the king. 4 The girl was very beautiful; she took care of the king and waited on him, but the king had no intimate relations with her.

Jeremiah who wrote this may have had a censoring wife (Jim's reasoning). She said this was not good to write, people would think wrongly of David. So he added the half line, "but the king had no intimate relations with her."

Tag: One Single Impression Twilight
Tag: Jim's OSI
Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Dégas
The same may go for poetry? (whatever, I enjoy painting with the words!).

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At Sunday, February 22, 2009 2:44:00 AM, Blogger Gemma Wiseman said...

An interesting range of twilight scenarios.

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 3:24:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

Some marvellous snippets of life there.

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 3:33:00 AM, Blogger spacedlaw said...

Nice array of twilight experiences.

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 5:07:00 AM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

That slowing down that suggests a resting or a dying is both comforting and discomfiting.

King David sure did know what he was doing, didn't he?

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 6:39:00 AM, Blogger qualcosa di bello said...

a gorgeous walk through the seasons of life. somehow the associate of death & twilight is a comfort to me. (it is my favorite time of day)

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 8:12:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love the last look at twilight and death. Interesting poem showing many sides of the same thing.

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 9:59:00 AM, Blogger Savannah said...

"mothers take deep breath
cook feed bathe kids turn their beds
then night is for self"

This one I could see ..
the others darn near confused me ...
except King James.

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 10:45:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

lot's of different takes on twilight -- it means so many things.

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 12:46:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You got a tremendous amout out of this - very imaginative!

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 7:33:00 PM, Blogger Beth P. said...

Hi Jim--
Liked these, but had a comment to your story about King David...

That's too bad! That he didn't have 'relations' with Abishag--might have kept him alive a little longer! Just my 2 cents!!

Thanks, Jim--nice work--

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 7:46:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Encyclopaedic knowledge of twilight revealed here, love the bit about King David and Abishag!

The NaisaiKu.. Challenge!

At Sunday, February 22, 2009 11:53:00 PM, Blogger floreta said...

my favorite was about fireflies. a nostalgic sense..

At Monday, February 23, 2009 7:33:00 AM, Blogger DeLi said...

i like what you say about children's twilight

At Monday, February 23, 2009 2:22:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Interesting compilation of twilight thoughts. And the snippet of King David was a clever addition.

At Tuesday, February 24, 2009 9:17:00 AM, Blogger Quiet Paths said...

These are really so varied, Jim. So many aspects; very nice. And I agree the little bit about K. David was neat.

At Tuesday, February 24, 2009 10:55:00 AM, Blogger Bruce Miller said...

try the church of google too

At Tuesday, February 24, 2009 11:04:00 AM, Blogger Cassiopeia Rises said...

Excellent poem Jim. I too feel life's call at twilight and would think many pass away at this time. Loved your comment on King David.


At Tuesday, February 24, 2009 2:25:00 PM, Blogger Tammy Brierly said...

I loved the variety of life at twilight Jim.

At Tuesday, February 24, 2009 4:52:00 PM, Blogger Patti said...

I think you covered everyone's twilights... I loked them- and the pictures of course!

At Wednesday, February 25, 2009 5:15:00 AM, Blogger Maggie said...

I liked how you viewed twilight time for so many different seasons of life.

How well I recall chasing fireflies when I was a was a fun time.

At Tuesday, October 11, 2016 9:25:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

You really worked this twilight metaphor

Much love...

At Tuesday, October 11, 2016 10:04:00 AM, Blogger Stacie Eirich said...

I know those twilights of children and mothers -- and as far as David's twilight, I am in agreement that the added line about "no relations" may have been written to keep public opinion in the King's favor. David is such an overpowering, amazing figure in Biblical history -- one of my favorites, and probably also one of the greatest debated. Makes me want to renew my studies of him -- interesting to think of his twilight. Thanks for sharing.

At Tuesday, October 11, 2016 3:05:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

Twilight can be a delight if it's not too early... as it starts to be.

At Tuesday, October 11, 2016 3:43:00 PM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm glad to have the opportunity to read this poem. Than kings for sharing, Jim.

At Wednesday, October 12, 2016 7:27:00 AM, Blogger Yvonne Osborne said...

The old can never keep warm. We pile the blankets over mother's feet while we take off our outer garments and long to open a window.

I like the notation at the end, all the images your poem evokes.

At Sunday, October 16, 2016 1:01:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I liked the variety of scenarios, particularly those where it is a welcome part of daily living.


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