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NIGHT TWO
We are in separate rooms,
Barely able to talk through our body's night.
Yet in the severities of our agreements,
There is a truth repeatedly sparked.
Oh how terrible it is to face the Dark,
When the calm words fail,
That when the decisions and approach of hours
Cause the body to lose sail,
Struck still to a windless tropic sea...
So lift that glass,
For it is a container of time,
And listen to the words of those speaking around,
For there are minds still with levels of control,
And they will protect you,
And all will prevail.
Barely able to talk through our body's night.
Yet in the severities of our agreements,
There is a truth repeatedly sparked.
Oh how terrible it is to face the Dark,
When the calm words fail,
That when the decisions and approach of hours
Cause the body to lose sail,
Struck still to a windless tropic sea...
So lift that glass,
For it is a container of time,
And listen to the words of those speaking around,
For there are minds still with levels of control,
And they will protect you,
And all will prevail.
Published 14th Mar 2014
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14th Mar 2014 12:21pm
Is it the truth that is repeatedly sparked that causes the Dark? Welcome to DUP
14th Mar 2014 11:09pm
Thank you for the comment, and the welcome to DUP.
I feel "the Dark" is forced upon on us without our choice, as I cannot recall having a choice to be born, nor do I remember whatever It was before I was born. I suppose it would be the AWARENESS of "the Dark" which is the truth that is repeatedly sparked, especially seen again and again on those few and certain hard nights to get through.
I feel "the Dark" is forced upon on us without our choice, as I cannot recall having a choice to be born, nor do I remember whatever It was before I was born. I suppose it would be the AWARENESS of "the Dark" which is the truth that is repeatedly sparked, especially seen again and again on those few and certain hard nights to get through.
14th Mar 2014 7:21pm
Overall, there is much going on. This brings to mind a great council, some decisions to be taken, futures discussed... The poem is zapping images to my mind, yet leaves the story open.
"our body's night" gives me an itch I can't scratch - I had to say that.
Good stuff, Jim Nut. Welcome to DU!
"our body's night" gives me an itch I can't scratch - I had to say that.
Good stuff, Jim Nut. Welcome to DU!
14th Mar 2014 11:26pm
Thank you for the comment, and the welcoming to DU.
A "great council", that is an excellent way to put it, I do feel we are a council unto each other, definitely in the times of need. I wrote the poem on a crumbly receipt in a super crowded bar, and the pints were starting to get to me, but through it all, even though I felt a fearfulness coming on, I felt the strength of the those around me in the room, that no matter what the worse could be, I was looked after and felt protected. And I have felt this on many nights elsewhere too, being in the state of trouble, yet also being among the ones with the strength to look after and do the protecting.
Most of my poems are about the body and its STRUGGLE. Why we were given the body and why it will be taken away.
Thanks again.
A "great council", that is an excellent way to put it, I do feel we are a council unto each other, definitely in the times of need. I wrote the poem on a crumbly receipt in a super crowded bar, and the pints were starting to get to me, but through it all, even though I felt a fearfulness coming on, I felt the strength of the those around me in the room, that no matter what the worse could be, I was looked after and felt protected. And I have felt this on many nights elsewhere too, being in the state of trouble, yet also being among the ones with the strength to look after and do the protecting.
Most of my poems are about the body and its STRUGGLE. Why we were given the body and why it will be taken away.
Thanks again.
20th Mar 2014 7:09am
This reminds me of all those nights I spent in bars, tore up as a can of worms. Back in those days the crew stuck together through thick and thin and we watched out for each other.
More memories appreciated
More memories appreciated
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