Tag Archives: light

The Shadow

Does the Shadow know what evil lurks in our hearts, how deep our vileness? To plumb to our bitter core takes piercing light, not darkness. Besides, evil grows in our mind, our thoughts of self; not in the heart’s realm. … Continue reading

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Rainbows and sunshine: tanka

This note may be dark, but it reflects the weather. Besides, too much light fades color from everything. What a gray world that would make! Rainbows and sunshine do not help the whole world grow. There must be dark storms … Continue reading

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Eclipse: Shakespearean (English) sonnet

There is no time to lose, soothsayers tell us; Make hay! The sun will shine just for a while, and once it’s gone, the world will turn to rust, deprived of motive power, warmth, and style. All things depend on … Continue reading

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Don’t Kill the Siren: sapphics

Now whose voice is singing out words of warning, as the low light, glittering, slowly fading, starts to flicker tenuously, letting darkness silently swallow other points now wavering on the shoreline? When those bridges crumble for their reasons, will they … Continue reading

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The fainter stars

I wonder if the fainter stars, those not more distant but less bright, their fuel perhaps reduced by age, the entropy that comes with time, feel they burn just as brightly now as once they ever did. Do they, confined … Continue reading

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Not Much of Everything

What is belief except a means to reach beyond the limits safe within our grasp to learn from the unknown what it may teach? If in that fertile darkness, courage fails, as well as our illusions of defense, what is … Continue reading

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Dreams and Light

Each day I wake, my head crammed full of dreams that reach into my conscious life unasked, defining how I perceive each new task by tearing at reality’s worn seams. From dawn to dusk they push and pull my mind … Continue reading

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