SAD

Gold cherry

By samhennig

Mon, 26 Oct 2020
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4 comments
 

 

It is dark;

the sun never seems to rise.

There’s no lark

to mark the day; the night sighs

as it grows weary,

I feel fearful,

I feel teary.

 

It is dark;

the roads stretch out;

false lights make stark

the wounds, about

to puncture hopes;

spinning out,

no-one copes.

 

Endless rain,

the window’s blurry,

and we feign

a passing interest

in the falling autumn flurry;

and we sleep

but we don’t rest.

 

Off kilter;

no filter,

just the blurring of the light;

there is beauty in the night,

caught in silence;

feel the calm.

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Submitted by airyfairy on

A beautiful poem to remind us that, as the darkness closes in, it's not all gloom.  This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day.  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is wonderful Sam - I bet it would be a good performance piece. I'd love to hear it read 

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Such a tender touch.  I feel the rhyme and gentle fear - sadness until, behind the veil of intimacy safety, beauty and succour are found. 

More clever words and well-deserved Golden Cherries.  Congratulations.

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Powerful! I feel like standing on my kitchen chair and roaring with delight at the quiet sensitivity until the mask comes off.

Richard L. Provencher