dark side of the moon #8
the fluttering ashes
that are your regrets
dsnake1 - 7th Month
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dark side of the moon #8
the glad headlights of the bus!
fear can travel much faster than
light despite what the books say
behind me an angry dark void
collapsing, ice pricks on skin
the weeds are grabbing my feet
but the bus is not what it seems
it is a thing of bamboo and paper
and the light i saw is it burning
it stops, rocking, ashes flying
despite the heat i am freezing
fear, fear are grabbing my feet
written 23/07/2019
revised 22/05/2021
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Shared on Writers' Pantry #86 at Poets and Storytellers United.
"Stare at the dark too long and you will eventually see what isn't there"
-- Unknown
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
Labels: cherita, dark, dark side of the moon, mindscape
18 Comments:
"fear can travel much faster than light despite what the books say" Absolutely love that line, and I agree. Oh it runs.
Thank you, Naledi!
the books said nothing can travel faster then light. :)
"fear can travel much faster than
light despite what the books say"
Bravo!
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"the night wind stirs the fluttering ashes that are your regrets" What a beautiful phrase, and beautiful poem!
Oh yeah, that speed-of-light/fear assertion is perfectly correct.
I loved both of your *8s! Thanks.
So true. While light is traveling, fear and darkness are already there. Waiting...
behind me an angry dark void
collapsing, ice pricks on skin
the weeds are grabbing my feet
some nice descriptions there, i enjoyed this very much
Gillena,
Thank you, glad you like the line. :)
Beverly,
Thank you for reading the other poem too. Did you notice that it's in 7 parts? :)
Ron.
Thank you!
Fear seems to be delivered instantaneously.
I love both these poems. Beautifully said, as always.
The mirrored cherita, forwards and backwards, is a nice variation.
Magaly,
Thank you! :)
Phillip,
Thank you!
glad that you enjoyed it. :)
Rosemary,
Thank you for reading the other poem too!
I did the cherita mirrored, thought that the poem would be better paced this way. :)
This is beautifully composed ... producing a chill or two.
Thank you, Helen! :)
Really visceral description of fear's effect on the soul. That paralyzed feeling is too familiar.
Thank you, Rommy!
I wrote this with some personal experience. During my army days, to get back to my camp, I have to transfer to another bus. At the back that bus stop is a large cemetery. Imagine me waiting at that stop at night alone (sometimes with comrades)! No, I did not encounter the burning bus. :)
Love both of these, and could feel that paralysis that comes over us when fear takes a hold.
Thank you, Sara.
yes, it seems as if the feet are tied to the ground...
Sharp use of words!
Thank you, Ashok! :)
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