Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Shadow Of Death

 
eyes
an ashen abyss
of sorrow and pain
prisms of souls
creating voluminous shadows
despite the light of day
for death brings its own darkness
an absence of all other colors
of sound too
unless we wake


Linking up with dVerse, Poets United and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

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    1. Thanks Sue, weird where my mind goes.

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  2. Death does indeed makes us think all other colors have disappeared. Dark but insightful poem!

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    1. Thanks Gabriella . . . I keep trying to create something lighter in mood but somehow my poems keep coming out dark at the moment.

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  3. heh. someone has been watching too much walking dead. smiles.
    there are those still living that seem to carry no life in their eyes.

    got my book yesterday...very nicely done...

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  4. I specially like death bringing its own darkness & sound ~ And what a stunning picture ~

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  5. And sometimes we wake and other times, perhaps not. Death has been on my mind lately--so your piece speaks to me

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  6. the absence of color and sound scares me most in this...the being alive and yet dead already in a way...ugh

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  7. A life without color and music is tragic indeed...almost an eerie feel all over....so well crafted...

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    1. Thanks Michael . . . I went where the words took me.

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  9. unless we wake... what a closing line to this darkness.

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  10. Don't apologize for darkness. . . . A lot of people know of it and the rest fear it. In that regard we can all relate. Waking from death? That is a haunting thought.

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    1. Thank you . . . there are definitely those that fear it. I go where the words take me.

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  11. Such an interesting image, so much to see. Perfect pairing with these words.

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    1. Thanks, took me a while to come up with an image. It actually contains a photo of my cats eye with a window reflected in it.

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  12. Some things can only be observed in shadow. Necessary though dire. And sleep is more like death than we'll ever know. Good work.

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    1. Very true, thanks for stopping by.

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  13. The last line made me exhale...~ Love your art, Kathryn ~ it would be hard not having any sounds or scents...or colors....

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  14. The shadow of death ... lacking color... very thoughtworthy

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  15. nicely done... the dark mood weaves through out.. but with a little light at the end...

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  16. So true that death brings its own darkness -- an absence of color, the darkest of darkness indeed.

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    1. Its interesting how death can bring a darkness for those left behind.

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  17. The image does actually look like an eyeball...but surely, death brings light behind the darkness - just maybe on another wavelength?

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    1. There is actually an eye in the image . . . it's a photo of my cats eye with a window reflected in it. I know what you mean about how there can be light too.

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  18. To wake after the wake, to let the shadow of death pass ...can take quite a while.

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  19. "Unless we wake." Beautiful, and profoundly true.

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  20. I like how you point out that darkness is an absence of colors, because that is what it is! Poetic, but still true as can be! Nicely written poem!

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  21. Oh goodness, pass the coffee. I don't want to close my eyes now!

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  22. Death as an absence of all other colors... never considered this angle. Worth pondering.

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  23. This is brilliant. Extremely well crafted. Love how the sensory elements are slowly shuttered away, but you still leave a glimmer of something at the end... "unless we wake".

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