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The Light Stays Off.
Life's joy walked in, softly, secretly:
gifted me contentment, light shone
in all things.
For so short a time.
It stole you away, knocked me
down, left me to crawl on the
floor of darkness
deaf to the song of life, imprisioned,
held by the arms of the lost.
A glimmer, a chink of light bleeds in,
a false friend skilled in trickery or
the song of a Siren to dash me
against the rocks?
Fear takes my hand, whispered
warnings haunt me.
And I say
The light stays off.
response
All lose a loved one.. infinite are the variations of this deepest pain. Your
poem is beautiful and piercing.
For some reason your poem reminds me of Yeats' A Deep Sworn Vow
So sorry for such a late
So sorry for such a late reply, I'm not on here as often as I should be. Thank you for your kind comment. I am not familiar with that poem, I will look it up. Sue.
Light Dims
Deaths, losses, fading friends, economic shockwaves - my experience owns all of what you lived through. I am seeking joy - hard work but it's out there and I am determined. I worked in mental health and saddness was the backdrop with anger and terribke loss. I try to fill every thought space with a smile moment - My dog owned as a kid, Hercules, chasing birds in the field opposite my grandmams''s house. His head popping above the weeds made me laugh. A mood lifter. I was dancing in the livingroom yesterday! Working on family tree. So satisfying. Yes, I cry at the backdrop of violence, but joy waits fot its hours - lots of them. For me with pain issues - I seek the peacefulness and a full mind smile anyway! I ask what makes me happy and do that. 5 novels ready for copyright! yeah! Like that.
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Best wishes
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Your enthusiasm and energy is
Your enthusiasm and energy is boundless, I love the vision of your dog in the field. I find peace when I have an easy mind and the black shade of anxiety
leaves me alone. Take care sue.
First of all, well written
First of all, well written and expressed, as most of us have been there before, and understand your surrender.
Secondly, I hope this is just a passing worry and this poem is just a cathartic release. For the light to go out would be a waste, not only of time, but of hope, and that is what all of us are about, hope.
Great write, something with a smile next perhaps? Thanks for posting.
Thank you for reading and
Thank you for reading and commenting, it's much appreciate. After many years of struggle, worry and uncertainty plus the very real fear of losing everything I had including my home, everything suddenly fell into place. Happiness and peace of mind as I'd never known before was suddenly given to me, my dog was at the heart of it all, my companion, my joy and my muse.
His joy in everything was transferred to me. Poems just fell from my pen and many were chosen to be published in anthologies, ( not self publishing)
Then just as fast as it was given it was all taken away again. My beloved dog died suddenly, I had no heart to write, no words would come to me. And so much more went wrong, uncertainty was a daily dark shadow following me. So now any feeling of lightness and peace of mind or joy is feared and I will not allow it to trick me again. Writing is a little easier but the poems are mostly different now. I just needed to get this one on to paper. sue :-)
sometimes life is tough on us
sometimes life is tough on us all
ron parrish
Yes, that’s very true :)
Yes, that’s very true :)