The Moment At Evening – Poem by SR Inciardi
A quiet meditation on loss, memory, and the fragile beauty of transition.
SR Inciardi’s The Moment At Evening holds onto the last light—where grief, music, and memory settle like dust in a silent room. Read this stirring poem on Written Tales, and if your words carry weight, submissions are open.
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It comes over many moments gathered like harsh grains of salt scattered on a counter scooped up with one hand pushing to the other in faint light under a solemn piano: the same few notes playing over and over the way birds carry music into a broad sky each note a sound of their fears a hand shadowed by the colors of leaving each note a part of evening recited in the parts of grieving late and then all at once a time where I lie awake listening for the moment at evening when night can fly on where I still keep a sign of daylight waiting ‘til morning.
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✍️ About the Authors
SR (Salvatore Richard) Inciardi was born in New York City and attended Brooklyn College and New York University. Since 2022, SR Inciardi's poetry has appeared in the USA and in Europe in various online and print magazines. He previously self-published three books of poetry from 2022 to 2024, all currently appearing on Amazon.
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Wonderfully elusive thoughts which, at first, are seemingly disconnected. Yet they present, to me, a trilogy of a night, and early dawn, of loss. Memories of moments and sounds swooshing in, fading into a wide-awake dawn.
“The way birds carry music” is a fantastic line. A very soulful, solemn poem.
I like the structure of this piece. It moves and it's moving.