Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Pulse Of Darkness

 
where the pulse of darkness
drums a splintered beat
between awareness and torment
pain
the breaker of rules
makes me feel everything
and nothing

while I stand here reeling
on the edge of emptiness
as black as the coal
my grandfather mined
the canary's song
long silenced
by shadows of fear's playground

and gazing into the abyss
a fissure of self
the moon's image holds me
as I wipe away tears
with the truth of its light

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46 comments:

  1. True. Pain tends to be the breaker of rules.. a tough breaker though.

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  2. Wow..intense and beautiful. I love the ending!

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  3. That second stanza really caught my attention, having lived in coal-mining country (undergrad school in Scranton, PA). And the allusion to the moon's light seems such an appropriate image right now with the super-moon in all her glory. Beautiful image.

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    1. Both my grandfather and uncle both worked in coal mines in Wales. I remember playing in his coalshed when we would visit.

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  4. I specially admire pain, the breaker of rules and fissure of self on the imagery of the moon ~

    Stunning colors from your picture, wow ~

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  5. "where the pulse of darkness
    drums a splintered beat
    between awareness and torment"

    Great opening image--especially when paired with your visual.

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  6. that pain can break the mold... when handle the right way, we rebuild ourselves better than before... greta write. xx

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  7. This poem hold so much Kathryn. Great image of the canary, you don't hear of them in the mining context anymore. Enjoyed this one a lot.

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    1. My grandfather used to work in the coal mines in Wales. True about the canaries, they were replaced many years ago :)

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  8. In the clarity of moonlight, we often see the truth

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  9. The full means hope to me too..and yesternight is as bright as hope comes in super moon true....

    The soul is tHere in darkest night when moonlight comes again..to shine a light in eyes that see..

    FinAlly once again..
    i is love and eyes for love...

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    1. The moon is so comforting, I've really loved how bright its been the last few nights. :)

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  10. love the image of coal that your grandfather mined...makes it even more personal kathryn and having the moon holding you on the edge of the abyss - that is just such a comforting and powerful scene

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  11. The connection to mines and coal, and the silence of the canary (what fear that invokes) I read birdsong during the summer.. And being underground is suffocating.

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    1. I haven't read birdsong, it's one I want to read.

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  12. Ah...the healing moon. Wonderful.

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  13. I think so often this can happen....we reel from the darkness all around us, being caught up in the 'shadows of fear's playground' and then suddenly, out of the abyss, light manages to find us somehow after all! An evocative poem, Kathryn!

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    1. Light as a glimmer of hope, that's what we have to hang on to.

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  14. I too can relate to the image of the pit. I lived near a mining area and my own grandfather, although not a miner, worked for a mining company. I like how the simple mention of the moon suggests relief in dark times.

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    1. I wasn't sure how the mining reference would come across but it seems many liked the reference. It made this piece a little more personal.

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  15. Revelations of self in the light is an eerie spot sometimes. No canary, no air. Great use of the super moon right now it lights up everything.

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  16. The final lines present such a strong image. It is as if our inner light is shining through, breaking past all barriers. Loved "my grandfather mined the canary's song"

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  17. Love the role of the moon in this one...pretty poem!

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    1. The moon can be such a comfort and it's been so big lately.

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  18. Your poem is beautiful. I like the hope it gives, while not denying the power of the dark.
    Sorry, I took so long to come around and read this. But sure glad I did finally. It is so well done.

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  19. I like that in the end, the light is there to hold you against the pain. :-)

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  20. lovely. I particularly liked the middle stanza with black as coal and canary's song silenced.

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