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WHEN HELL CASTS ITS SHADOW :updated
WHEN HELL CASTS ITS SHADOW
The dawn breaks cloudy and gray
and the hibiscus bows in mourning
to the death of the sun,
A world of desolation
reflects my thoughts
and my heart
and my soul
sink to a fear born
in terrifying loneliness
There is no sun to lighten my way
and carry me through another day
Time pulls me forever forward
and I am too broken to resist
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Rula
Sun, 2015-10-11 10:37
this
breaks the heart, Joe.
I especially liked
and the hibiscus bows in mourning
to the death of the sun,
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Geremia
Sun, 2015-10-11 12:07
thank you, Rula. This is one
thank you, Rula. This is one of my "mood" poems.
joe
author commentlovedly
Wed, 2015-10-14 20:34
u make me soften in my stance as always...
Joe...
but still I will say
in UK it's ''grey''
why in USA
it's called ''gray''
I ask of you
as some did say
so that in USA
they can easily take away the'' r''
as we now mostly
''are..''
Geremia
Wed, 2015-10-14 20:36
I blame it on spell check :)
I blame it on spell check :)
author commentlovedly
Wed, 2015-10-14 20:40
no ..no ,not at all
UK rumour humour tumour
USA RUMOR HUMOR TUMOR
There is NO QS of spell check
Kindly refer google early
wesley snow
Sun, 2015-10-25 15:08
Check your "mood".
There must be something of joy left in your life.
Do you have a link to something of yours (recent) that is happy?
I would very much like to read it.
W. H. Snow
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Geremia
Sun, 2015-10-25 16:05
I am at a stage of Parkinson
I am at a stage of Parkinson's in which the lack of dopamine in the brain doesn't produce the ""joy"" one seeks. My mother died of this disease and since I took c are of her at home, I am familiar with the stages a nd the affect they have , poetry is truth: I cannot write things that are no longer in my life, It would ring false. The ""beauty"" of my poems is that they are born of intense, deep emotions. I also know how I will end. t is not pleasant.
I was thinking that perhaps I should just not write anymore if readers don't look beyond the ""tragedy"" and see themselves,
A forced emotion rings false. This poetry, like ancient Greek tragedy, should have a cathartic effect
You may be missing the ""music"" of my poetry if you look at content alone,
We say in Italian to see the whole you need two eyes. [per vedere tutto, c'ha bisogno di due occhhi]
Siamo tutti nati per morire.
DAMN I''M GOOD!!!:)
joe
author commentwesley snow
Sun, 2015-10-25 16:03
oh I hear the music alright.
And it is all in a minor key. I understand. We have Huntington's in the family. So far I seem to have been skipped, but...
Never stop writing, but I still believe you can find small joys if you perceive them.
W. H. Snow
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