Resides in Shadow
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Sarah’s Darkness
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Sarah’s umbrella was darkness
She carried it with her everywhere
Shielding her from the light
Allowing the rain to caress her pale skin
To trickle down her sadness
Sarah could hide in full sun light
Her darkness was so full
People could see eyes and hair
But never her
Never her
Sarah’s darkness wrapped around her thoughts
Like a warm blanket
Giving her comfort
That her loss was real
Regardless of truth
Sarah shared her darkness with no one
But herself
Because no one else would appreciate it
Cherish it
Love it
She just whispered smoky entrails
In half sentences
To those who shook their heads
And asked her
To smile once in a while
Sarah held her darkness at night
So as to not let it get away
And melt into
The darkness
Of the world
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(repost)
May 7, 2008 at 8:50 am
Why is font size changing? Or is it me?
Any more prizes? I need one!
May 7, 2008 at 8:50 am
I forgot! Dear me..
I like smoky entrails!
May 7, 2008 at 9:54 am
yeah the smoky entrails i liked too
who’s sarah?
May 7, 2008 at 10:34 am
oooooh, this one i can relate to… been there done that and the poem is deeply empathic. darkly lovely and haunting…
May 7, 2008 at 10:40 am
Sarah is a little girl from a picture somewhere, I don’t recall now. It was a solemn, nearly distrurbing image of a little girl drenched in shadow. I saw in her the repressed darkness and uncertainty of adolescence and this was my response to it.
May 7, 2008 at 11:36 am
I prefer light.
May 7, 2008 at 12:25 pm
It is touching and well done. My hat is off to you once again.
May 7, 2008 at 2:38 pm
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
lovely, dark and sad…it speaks to me.
very nice.
May 7, 2008 at 4:09 pm
I think I might know Sarah……….very well.
May 7, 2008 at 7:55 pm
that makes me wish i was sarah… her existence sounds ever so devastatingly dark,, and quiet,, yet full… this was a very nice piece.. i really enjoyed it,, and her…
May 7, 2008 at 8:07 pm
Interesting. She makes a solid life out of living in darkness. Great poem!
May 7, 2008 at 11:01 pm
I think Sarah lives in all of us! She is a mirror I could look into!
May 8, 2008 at 2:03 am
I love how you extended the darkness metaphor throughout. I think we all harbour this darkness, hold it close like an enveloping cloak of security which occasionally allows light in. Light burns or causes us to flourish; darkness heals or drowns us. We seem creatures that creep in and out of darkness and light. This poem is beautiful!!! G
May 8, 2008 at 4:11 am
Lovely description of someone who nutures pain…and wont / cant come into the light. Love the new look blog.Very elegant and classy…sort of like the new black, or a winter clothing collection, or a strong, hauntingly, macho fragrance………you can see i miss commenting.
May 8, 2008 at 7:28 am
you show a great empathy for the feelings associated with depression. could this poem be somewhat self reflective?
May 8, 2008 at 8:31 am
I love how you created this world for Sarah, her beautiful world of
darkness, how she holds her dark world so very close. Your poem
will haunt me for a long time to come Oxy.
May 8, 2008 at 4:09 pm
Great that you saw a picture and this story came into being. I like it very much! Beautiful imagery.
May 8, 2008 at 5:07 pm
I enjoyed this Ozy, it is well done with some haunting images.
May 8, 2008 at 9:18 pm
I’m not up on poet lingo but all your stuff is so controlled if that makes sense. The language, the tempo, the tone are always just right for whatever effect your going for in your poems. Maybe restraint. Or nuance. I keep resorting to musical terms but poems and tunes are first cousins are they not? How ’bout “he knows what he’s doing”?
May 8, 2008 at 9:19 pm
I’m not up on poet lingo but all your stuff is so controlled if that makes sense. The language, the tempo, the tone are always just right for whatever effect your going for in your poems. Maybe restraint. Or nuance. I keep resorting to musical terms but poems and tunes are first cousins are they not? How ’bout “he knows what he’s doing”?
May 8, 2008 at 10:55 pm
Trying to put words to my review of this fine work. I have to borrow from Lakota; “haunting”
Peace,
May 16, 2008 at 10:49 pm
For me, you’ve painted a very vivid picture of one who almost relishes her dark existence in a sort of menacing way. I feel there’s a very fine line between darkness as depression and darkness as evil presented here. Because of the uncertainty planted in my mind, I see this as an exceptionally good poem. Kudos, and a cartwheel..