i woke, not from a recumbent state
but from the gray in light, a closed
door, a down shade on the window
that obscure the stars of night
for so long i’ve lived in reverie
where peddles on a white lily
are pristine, the azure sky hides
and dispels a daring hue and thus
darkness is hidden from the blue
i hear the cries of hunger some unheard,
the screams of anguish from death’s hand,
a child is not a wolf left alone in the woods,
the aged all alone on streets of cobblestone
no one sees them, no one cares except the lonely
i woke, not from a recumbent sleep
but from voices of the dark trying to scare
the light. it is i who must not be burdened
by fear, shall lift the shade and open the door
so that light pierces the dark letting ingress
and egress to be free
Well done. There is so much to think about in the dark and what we don't face looms and lurks.
ReplyDeletealways to think, much to do. gracias colleen
DeleteI love the turn from darkness and being gripped by fear, to letting the light in. And to be free, is the best thing. Have a good week!
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DeleteI LOVE (and needed to hear) the message in this beautiful poem. An excellent write, Marco. And thank you for the beautiful comment you left on Wolf Dreaming........I lost your email address, would have liked to respond by email but lost it when my computer got upgraded. If you would e me at wildwoman2@shaw.ca that would be great, kiddo. I would like to feature this poem as my Poem of the Week.
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