February 19, 2013
Been getting into this "late night" writing jag. Usually, putting down something right before I go to bed and then working on it a bit the next day. It feels good, but I don't know if it IS good writing. But I'm enjoying it AND I am writing. I'm behind in posting. There's two or more that should come before this one. Yet, I feel like posting this one first. Not sure why. If the pic is too small to read, you can click on it to make it bigger.
My Own
Darkness
There are those uncomfortable nights
when honest thought just can’t be found.
Dark nights when even the moon
refuses to glow, the stars too lose
their sight, nights when gloominess
suffocates even the greatest desire
to sleep and dream. A death it seems
would be suitable for this time of day.
But I
choose to see the poetry within
the dim
expectations of a lonely night,find something that might cast a bit of light,
something that might warm the grave like
void the world appears to be, and take a moment,
a second to smile away the blackness that I’m
sure my heart creates. Sad but true. The dark
that is, is one that I myself have conjured up.
rrw o2-19-13
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