Thursday, August 16, 2012

DARKNESS

God blows out the stars
just as the wind blows out the flame of a candle
and we are left in darkness
to flounder about

alone

until the light of day arrives.

Come to me and be my sun
forevermore.

If your answer is no
I shall sleep the sleep of the dead
so I can dream of you

31 comments:

  1. Your poems are so profound! I always think about them for days after I read them.

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    1. I think about them for seconds. Occasionally minutes.

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    1. Put a word in my head and a poem comes out my fingertips.

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  3. That was beautiful. I'm feeling it right now with Phil gone. :)

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    1. Is it summer camp time? I remember how we missed my dad every summer when he had to go.

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  4. DId you write this? It's truly beautiful, you're a talented poet. Miss you, will be back soon :)

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    1. Yes, I wrote it, and thank you very much. I'll be glad when you're back.

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  5. but dreams are uncertain too.
    you dont get to choose them.
    this morning, i woke up to a dream of me having a huge tattoo of the garden of eden on my entire chest area. full colour tattoo. i was quite terrified.

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    1. That sounds quite scary, Jaya. You're right: We don't get to choose our dreams. But in my poetry I can.

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  6. Oh I liked this one very much! {very much my style} I love dark and kind of Gothic poetry.

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    1. I don't know that I like a particular type of poetry. I'm just grateful when a poem pops into my head.

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  7. You're missing me pretty bad, aren't you.

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    1. Damn, woman. How much more of life without you next door do you expect me to handle?

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  8. Really loved this. An infinite love affair that defies the conscious world. Fantastic. ;)

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    1. Thanks, Juli. You're such a sweetheart.

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  9. Dear Janie, I'm sitting here coughing from asthma and trying to respond to your poem. I don't know, Janie, but dreams aren't much to depend on. Often before sleep I ask Oneness and my mother for a memorable dream that will enlighten me as to the journey I've undertaken with my life. But that seldom happens. And about the sun--I think all of us need to be the center of our own universes. We are the sun for ourselves. And others are suns also--all of us in the galaxy of Oneness. We shine brightly on one another, sharing our gifts.

    So having said all this, I finally want to say that just as your prose is so well crafted, so is your poetry. You are an especially gifted woman. Peace.

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    1. Dee, I'm sorry your asthma is so bad. Please don't feel that my poetry represents my Self. It rarely does.

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  10. A love poem?? Nice I feel like a teenager.
    www.thoughtsofpaps.com

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    1. I'm in love so I write quite a few love poems. Always so nice to hear from you PAPS.

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  11. That was great. If I was more of a high-brow I'd probably appreciate it even more.

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  12. Oh, sad. But beautiful in its agony.

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  13. What a touching poem. Every words are heartfelt. You are so talented. Keep it up.
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