it’s the hours you have
to practice being dead
your ears fingering the air
for any feathered scratch
to practice being dead
your ears fingering the air
for any feathered scratch
it is how you starve
for a candle’s
sweet, close company
a conversation
for a candle’s
sweet, close company
a conversation
with its light interrupted
by coughing shadow
by coughing shadow
until the wisps
drift quietly away
drift quietly away
the new darkness
invites you to open
invites you to open
your eyes to the
deep earth above
deep earth above
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Friday 202: What I love about the dark
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ReplyDeletehis is a beautifully meditative piece — quiet, profound, and deeply evocative. You’ve turned darkness into something intimate and alive, where even silence breathes and light becomes a conversing companion. It lingers long after the last line.
DeleteThis is a beautifully meditative piece — quiet, profound, and deeply evocative. You’ve turned darkness into something intimate and alive, where even silence breathes and light becomes a conversing companion. It lingers long after the last line.
ReplyDeleteA very calming feel to this work. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove the way your beautiful poem lulled me to a place of peace. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWow!!! I love the original thinking and beautiful expression.
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