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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

DARK WITHIN


Eyes bulge and burn
In a circle I spin a turn
Silhouettes rise and shine
Silence serves a red wine

Drenching the parched throat
I am mesmerised to float
Beckoned by my hand
Winding through the clock of sand

The grains are cupped in my palm
I smear them on the head like a psalm
Galloping to wash within, wipe away
But Innuendos feed me a leeway

The darkest of the hours stares at me
Stealing the light, to let me be,
Of my lambent thoughts, to cast a spell
In the depth of darkness I dwell


Kerry's Wednesday Challenge ~ Nocturne at the IGRT. Hope this piece fits in! 


13 comments:

  1. I especially like "the darkest of the hours stares at me...stealing the light...."

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  2. i thought the capture of the sand, like through the hour glass and the smear of them on the head to be quite evocative...

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  3. dwelling in the depths of darkness --- what a way to end this poem!

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  4. I too love the line Sherry chose...I feel there are parts of all of us that dwell in darkness. Beautiful piece!

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  5. Beautifully written, Akila. I love the way every poet sees or feels a prompt word differently. My nocturne is not yours, nor yours mine, but both are true.
    K

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  6. OOooh, you really did cast a spell!
    Yours is enchanting!
    :D

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  7. Innuendos feed me a leeway... love that!

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  8. Oh that dark within is the worst kind!

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  9. I like the image in this:

    "Beckoned by my hand"

    Great response, Akila!

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  10. Wonderful. I have experienced those dark hours staring at me as well. Disconcerting, but not unexpected.

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  11. Of my lambent thoughts, to cast a spell
    In the depth of darkness I dwell

    One often is led along a garden path that tends to damper one's thoughts. It may even cause one to be discouraged! That's how I read the above. Rightly so, Akila!

    Hank

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  12. Your idea has been laid out very succinctly, and the rhymes give a wonderful cadence to the piece.

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