A new day dawning
A new sunrise
Is what 'hope' is to you
But dawn is not what I look ahead to.
For I am the Sky
The ocean that's a different kind of deep
Arching over this earth
And day is not me.
The Sun illuminates
This earth.
The Sun blinds out
My stars.
The Day blinds out my depths and my shallows,
Clouds over my face and hides
The inky depths of my heart
And paints me a happy blue;
What a nice cultured obedient sky we have here.
As this blinding light dims out
It takes its pretty blues and yellows with it
And draws back the veil,
And the secret light of the moon
Lovingly caresses my whole being--
The corset was too tight here, my dear
Let me breathe back the life into you.
The secret light of the moon illuminates
Me.
Me, the blue-black darkness that is my soul,
The happy pinpricks of memories that shine
through this dense fabric,
The tumultous sea of my thought
That sometimes bursts through in the day itself
Blotting out even the Sun
As the clouds rush in to contain the damage.
Me, the blank canvas, the stage backdrop
Where all of life plays out
" 'Twas a good show, Mr Shakespeare, Sir"
Many thanks, thy kinds words delight my heart
Let's dismantle the stage now.
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Such calm destruction. I like how the piece is delicate yet talks about strength.
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Thanks! Always good to hear your poetry analyses 🙂
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Looking up into the infinite sure makes me wax poetic, glad to see it does the same for you. Thanks for sharing this poem. What a great way to start the day! 🙂
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Thank you! Maybe you could post that poetic you waxed sometime on your blog?
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I did. It’s called Oblivion… 😉 Or would that be more waxing prosaic? Hmm.
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