Darkness stumbled in,
bruised and bleeding black;
there had been a collision, they said,
due west of the horizon,
with a stubborn day,
drunk on the fast lane,
unwilling to leave.
His wagon had tipped over;
dream shards scratched the purple sky;
sacks of sleep stretched and yawned,
floated away in passing cloud tubs;
but passion lay where it had fallen,
its mood deflated,
its eyes empty of need.
Light streamed in
through his shredded skin
seeking wide open eyes;
fevered minds tossed,
restive, awake,
dreamless
in their solitary beds.
But this night
that has turned up empty-handed,
that cannot turn off the day;
what good can come of such a night
that left my last dream
screaming
on a starlit highway?
Shocking dream!…sometimes such nightmares give us alert to be careful in everyday life….~ stunning images of what could be real ‘but passion lay where it had fallen,
its mood deflated,
its eyes empty of need.’
~ the last thought that the tragedy can’t stop the day…reminds of gratitude for every breath… ~ thank you! Powerful poem!
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Thank you π
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Amazing poem! I love it.
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Thank you Rosemary π
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The first two lines shake the soul and leave the brain curious… wonderful!
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Thank you so much π
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This one made me sad. The death of passion hurts.
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Thank you π
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Made me think of the reality of witnessing a highway tragedy, but also of the sadness/bitterness of confronting depression. That last line is haunting and powerful. Very good writing!
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Thanks so much Myrna π
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Dramatic pain-ting of clash between night and day at sunset…emotional twist of daily event can be interpreted in a myriad of colorful ways…achingly beautiful writing.
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Thank you Lynn, appreciate your comment.
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“But this night
that has turned up empty-handed,
that cannot turn off the day;”
one wants to feel and empathize with the sadness, then this bit of defiance, which changes the whole mood for the reader, a very challenging poem
much love…
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Thanks so much Gillena, appreciate your response.
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Ouch! Heartfelt and emotive.
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Thank you very much π
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I have cleaned up a few wrecks. They are never pretty. And always full of heaviness and loss.
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even if we scream for justice, death caused by irresponsible driving is irreversible. we cannoy bring them back alive.
such a powerful and thoughtful piece you have written Thot!
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Thank you Totomai… appreciate your comment. I was using “drunk” metaphorically but you’re right about responsible driving… it has irreversible consequences.
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Senseless deaths on the highway are forever embedded in our minds and the repercussions of such events on not only on the families, but the witnesses, the ambulance crews, the police and even the maintenance crews trying to put it all back together again except the ones gone and those left behind. Stunning piece of writing.
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Thanks so much, appreciate your response greatly.
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Your imagery is wonderful here–and yes, I too feel the weight of your words
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Thank you Audrey.
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So cleverly imaginative and creatively woven….I love this, every word, from beginning to end of this amazing tale π
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Thanks so much C.C. , am glad you liked it.
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Fabulous end to this tragic story…always ends tragically.
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Thank you Donna …
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Very well penned. I especially loved the closing stanza….”that left my last dream screaming on a starlit highway.” Wow!
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Thank you Sherry, glad you liked it.
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the poem has an eerie feeling…some nightmares leave traces on daylight too…
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Thank you Sumana…
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Loved how captivating this entire poem is from the opening lines to the end π
Beautifully penned..!
xoxo
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Thanks so much Sanaa π
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such powreful imagery here !
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Thank you Suyash.
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tragic, yet beautifully crafted!
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Thank you Chris.
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This has the ring of a nightmare. A collision, bruised and bleeding black, shredded skin. After such a dream, one would really be thankful for light of day.
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I feel the heaviness of those words … the loss from that collision .. drunk bringing loss like that, and the loss of dreams that and instant can bring.
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Thanks so much BjΓΆrn, appreciate your response.
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I could stay in that last verse forever – starry and enticing
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Thank you Jae Rose, glad you liked it π
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Tears filled..ready to fall by the time I came to the last line……
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Thank you π Glad you’re reading!
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This is intensely vivid. The words guide the eyes of the reaer to view and feel the subject from multiple angles.
– Enigma
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Thank you Preeti.
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Reblogged this on Travels with Tio and commented:
the power of this poetess is awesome and inspiring
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Thank you for sharing this poem…
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your poetry has crept through the portal of mortal thought and exploded into a wild and wonderful dimension of incandescent being. I am at once awed and thrilled that you are sharing your mental wanderings. Wow!
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Thank you so much Tio Stib for your very generous comment.
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Oh my, this is powerful writing–I love “night that turned up empty-handed”…and all of it.
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Thanks so much..glad you liked it.
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Welcome.
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