Mien Liebling Daag (My Darling Day)

Poetics Aside Prompt: Use a foreign word in the title of your poem

My darling day, do you not know?

Sometimes it’s hard to see you go

But deft the dawning disappears

Shaping life’s moments into years

For soon the twilight comes again

To dirge of dismal autumn rain

Yet, soon its somber melody

Will simply be a memory

Oh, we may strain against the tide

But time sustains its rigid stride

And soon dawn’s surge of zeal and zest  

Fades with the daylight in the west

And soon the boy becomes a man

None can escape Time’s subtle hand

For swift the evening shade is cast

And present moment becomes past

The ebb and flow of come and go

The limbo twixt wonder and woe

Has fortified a keen belief

The price for love’s sweet joy is grief

The bliss of having bears a cross

With it we learn to suffer loss

And in the contrasts of love’s grip

Life’s pure and liebling moments slip

Mein liebling daag, my darling day

My interlude to come-what-may

My love and longing rivalry

Of what has been to what will be

But oh *mein schatzi; liebster; freund

We dance, we cannot change the mind

Of living's little smile and strife

Or moment's as they shape a life

© Janet Martin

German; my treasure, darling, friend

Liebster is darling for a man

Liebling is darling for a woman