Overcome
How does one fathom a black hole?
A vast mystery, endlessly famished.
As even the Light of
innocent heavenly bodies
Draws helplessly into the midnight abyss.
So it is with you.
My very essence is pulled,
Lost within your Darkness.
I am vanquished;
I am overcome.
Dawnlight
Light permeates my being, my soul
Steps steadily towards the dawn.
Morning dew kisses my feet, kisses sweet but forlorn.
A lark's caressing melody sings for fading ears
And my heart aches with soul laden tears.
For this dawn, though brilliant and affectionate,
Divides our paths, me from you.
My limbs quiver ever so gently in your embrace
Til I realize that it is your frame that shakes--
For I am beckoned from this place.
I murmur softly about love never dying,
As then I merge into the dawn's light
Serenely, calmly, with nature's will complying.
4 comments:
Was this a dark time in your life???? No bad writing.
No it wasn't a dark time for me. I was dating or engaged to Sam at the time and he had shared some of his poetry with me, and so I created these 2 poems to share with him some of my creativity too. I wasn't sad or anything, just pondering on paper if you will.
The first poem actually is a bit of a love poem. Losing yourself in someone else; being drawn so intensely towards another. It can be a good or a bad thing, depending on the relationship, but I can see how the black hole metaphor could be interpreted as a negative thing. I just regard the black hole as a powerful symbol of the engulfing power of love.
The second poem is about death, about saying goodbye to a loved one. Again it could be interpreted as negative. But I don't regard death as negative. There is a certain beauty in death, a submissiveness that can actually be peaceful. I tried to represent that in the poem in that the one who was dying was the one who felt calm. The one who remained living is the one whose body shook with grief and fear. I think that is how it often is with death--the living struggle with their grief long after the dying have accepted their fate.
In my poems I often try to capture the dual natures that so often exist in life--the peace as well as the sadness with death, the joys and the pains of love, the fatigue yet satisfaction of hard work, etc. Life would be incomplete without these dual natures.
I was Just kidding Kelly and I meant NOT bad writing instead of No bad writing. But thanks for the insight.
I figured you meant "not bad" instead of "no bad" ;)
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