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Broken shadows across the cracked ground
flow together when skies darken.
As night birds start to call,
we start our long walk
to that place where
light returns
when we
do.
The opening line of this Nonet is a line from the poem “To the Light of September” by W.S. Merwin. According to the nonet rules, each line had one less syllable, descending from nine to one.
For the dVerse Poets prompt
Shadow Play
The dark
is stark.
The night,
too tight.
Its lack of sight
is nighttime’s plight.
I also fight
direct sun light.
Full height,
its bite
too much
as such.
Before I fade,
I seek the shade,
half light, half dark
in which to park.
Veiled light?
Just right.
For Fandango’s “Stark” prompt.
The Visitor
Night creeps in on ghost feet, crawling o’er the hill.
We draw it close around us, as though we’ve had our fill
of sunlight’s lighter glories, ready now perhaps
for shadowed imaginings and black cats on our laps.
Night has different talents—dark, occult and deep.
They stir our dreams and cause us to call out in our sleep.
Acting out the shadows is what our dreams are for.
Surely without night time, our days would be a bore.
Nocturn
With half a life lived in the dark,
an owl’s hoot, an answering bark,
the moon across the water scattered,
ragged clouds, wispy and battered––
I float in night and solitude,
the night determining my mood.
I lie in darkness and I brood,
a momentary interlude.
When sunlight comes in fits and starts,
The day brings out my other parts.
They rise in me from dawn to noon,
dispelling powers of the moon.
Thus balanced between dark and light,
each half consumes its daily bite.
I welcome each within its time
Life varied, balanced and sublime.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/darkness/
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