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Days of our lives
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Days of our lives |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada 
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 [trying out a sestina] We spend our lives from solstice to solstice creatures caught in a trap hidden by darkness stuck in a wheel of fortune spinning in no direction in its endless circles we lose our way Despair prevents our souls from healing all through the solitude of night. We spend our lives like it's forever night concealing grief from solstice to solstice no hand reaches out in gracious healing. Moonbeams try in vain to pierce the darkness we stumble through a forest losing our way like hound dogs running in blind direction. Heaven has closed all roads that lead to its direction so we slumber dreamless, awake through the night, hugging pain the comfort pillow life brings our way Our hurts multiply with each passing solstice our days strewn with muck and darkness in stubborn silence we cast aside light's healing. Storms cannot quench earth's thirst for healing sounds of thunder and lightning beat in all direction we sink deeper in a crimson sea of darkness struggling under the waves all through the night rain pellets overshadow light in summer solstice turning into rivulets of water to flood the way. We stare in apathy at disasters that come our way they only aggravate our wounds beyond healing we bother not to survive in winter solstice as flotsam pieces of our lives scatter in no direction We lose our strength and surrender to the night under an ominous sky masking the eve of darkness. We moan and beat the air in the invisible darkness feeling no urge to find our feet as we fall on our way All the world is foggy and detached as the night, ugliness abounds and searches not for healing we lose step with life's senseless direction while the stakes cut deeper from solstice to solstice. Each coming solstice may usher more darkness we need direction to guide us on our way bring healing to our hearts in the hollow of night. @jjote 04/6/2016 |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
A dark dark poem with many thoughts to ponder...you cast an ominous spell. Well done poetess. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . You were big on the word solstice, jjote. I understand, and know wherefore you speak. We are, in my thoughts caught up in a whirlwind of our own making. It is dark when we honestly analyze it. Still . . . There are days where the light shines through, even though it seems we have conjured them up just to keep the dark away. Even so, on days like that we laugh, have babies, get drunk, whatever we feel is in our best interest. These days might last one day, a week, who knows how long. But they truly don't mean much, just a pseudo passing of time. Making us happy we think. We live our lives more or less at the rule of others. That is the real darkness, although there may be light it is a false light. Hard to accept these facts . . . Still . . . They are true. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
Sometimes I just don't know what I can do to fix everything outside of our bubble. I try to keep a still thought whenever I can! Lovely picture and poem too! If I were more than I am, I'd see things differently instead of the same all the time. |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
Dark is, as dark is portrayed in the words of a poet. Though the repetitive "we" creates an all-encompassing illusion, the overall drift flows with passion and awareness that clings. More feelings and fewer words please |
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