i still sleep with
the lights on
and i write poems in my mind as you
breathe not so silently beside me
in a darkness whole
and beautiful except
we choose to crack it with
electricity and fairy promises
and silence isn’t the same as black
and goodness isn’t the same as light and
you know all these things with the peace
of good sleep and i lay here awake
words swinging through my
mind in a bellicose beacon
and you would think
protection
but i am drawn to those shores
and these rocks will break me
.
.
.
.
A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
April 15th, 2013 at 8:28 am
goodness and happiness never meant “light.” perfect, kelly.
April 15th, 2013 at 8:57 am
“words swinging through my mind…” wow. yes. love love love that. and it is so true. my friend – gorgeous writing and thoughts as always.
April 15th, 2013 at 10:19 am
i love it
April 15th, 2013 at 11:33 am
I wonder how the darkness is cracked with fairy promises … but loved this. Your poetry makes me slow down and breathe.
April 15th, 2013 at 5:54 pm
first I saw the photograph, then I read the poem, and all I can say is, beautiful beyond words.
April 15th, 2013 at 6:01 pm
I like how this starts out and somewhere 2/3 of the way down its gears switch. Very engrossing read. Thanks.
April 16th, 2013 at 4:00 am
Moving poem and I just love that image.
April 19th, 2013 at 11:57 am
i read this days ago and had no words. “and you would think protection” just got me, just pushed me onto the floor with the knowledge that i would be wrong in thinking that, with the knowledge that i know this place.