And I live beyond a dark star,
On the edge of a black hole,
Which I will fall into any day
Now there is the singularity of night
This utter absence of light.
All colours leached away,
When I wasn't looking,
And now the music is silent too.
What should I do?
The speed of light Is certainly
Insufficient to merely make my escape
From this orbit of gloom
This reconnoitering of grief
This total lack of belief
This rehearsal of death,
This sense of nothing left.
I've never got poems that start with 'and' as if it's a continuation of an earlier piece which we should be aware of.
The poem itself is very 'glass half full' which goes against my natural instinct. If only folk could be more positive.
John,
a poem of despair and one which I feel many are driven to by the world in which we live. Our moods are cyclical and occasionally we are plummeted into a place of utter desolation. During this time our only hope lies in the cycle continuing and bringing us back to a period of consolation. My understanding of this is deeply personal and when these negative feelings occur I m at my lowest ebb. Your poem accurately describes these emotions and your use of the language highly appropriate.
Thank you for this.
Keith
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John Marks
Tue 30th May 2023 23:11
Thanks are due to Keith, Uilleam, Hugh, Bethany, Kevin & Matilda. Rules are there to be broken. As Emily Dickinson did so long ago in her beautiful poem: "Because I could not stop for Death."