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What Am I?
You were the sun
brilliant, warm and humane
hanging ever delicately
outside the dull and mundane
you excited me when skies would turn grey
bringing tomorrow when yesterday overstayed
I looked at the eclipse
the moon tried to take you away
I didn't blink,
my eyes red with sorrow
even then, they could not bleed
but they begged
for your return
so here I lay in the darkness
in contemplation
of who am I
a cloud drifting
smoldered and full of soot
attracting all the black
the dark matter, that doesn't matter
harmful emissions of hope
cancerous
a cell of intrusion
blocking out your rays of illusion
brilliant, warm and humane
hanging ever delicately
outside the dull and mundane
you excited me when skies would turn grey
bringing tomorrow when yesterday overstayed
I looked at the eclipse
the moon tried to take you away
I didn't blink,
my eyes red with sorrow
even then, they could not bleed
but they begged
for your return
so here I lay in the darkness
in contemplation
of who am I
a cloud drifting
smoldered and full of soot
attracting all the black
the dark matter, that doesn't matter
harmful emissions of hope
cancerous
a cell of intrusion
blocking out your rays of illusion
Published 16th Apr 2019
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16th Apr 2019 1:08pm
Another beautiful spill Tim. This is lovely. There's a tinge of poignancy in this poem. That ray of illusion sounds like regret? Disappointment maybe.
16th Apr 2019 1:42pm
Thanks Summer, life has its moments of up and down, I try to stay balanced when I can
16th Apr 2019 2:10pm
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16th Apr 2019 2:13pm
Those dark drifting moments can hold us close at times...reluctant to let go. I hear ya. I hope the sun peeks in and perks up the shadows for you
16th Apr 2019 5:17pm
16th Apr 2019 5:38pm
I read a hopeful aching here.
Often remembering the good times causes the ache
but also can power us through the ache with positive hope
of bright warm moments ahead.
Often remembering the good times causes the ache
but also can power us through the ache with positive hope
of bright warm moments ahead.
16th Apr 2019 7:19pm
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16th Apr 2019 9:10pm
"Harmful emissions of hope." They can be a source of disappointment, of course. I know the feeling well, but you have every reason to feel confidence in these fine lines. What are you? A fine poet, no doubt about it.
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