Face Thy Fear

On the distant horizon

As the mellow winter sun

Slowly dips its toes 

In the cold waters of the ocean

And gentle waves lapping

Probing dark fingers of evening

Slowly creeping

And the ever present gulls

And the cormorants

Indistinguishable on the dark surface

Finally take flight

Tentacles of fears

Slowly rising from the depth

Gently embraces me

Calling to me ever so slowly

To shed all my fears

The unknown beckons

To let go

And step into the waters

As the waves gently laps around my ankles

And pulls me down

The cold slowly rising

And I shut my eyes with fear

To meet darkness with darkness

The cold hands of death

Ever so gently

Opens my eyes

And the denizens of the depth

Nibbles at my flesh

At last nirvana

Fear no more

And I sink to the bottom

Cradled softly by the darkness

I see the ray’s of the settin sun

Tomorrow will be another day

I may not be there

Conquering my fear

Someone sure will take my place

And face fear and rise

Banish the darkness

And conquer

And in death

Face fear of darkness

And soar

And see the light

Alas, too late now

For me to matter

We are here now

We are here now

Does not matter

How we got here

We dug the hole

Where we find us

We must find a way

To crawl up the wall

Sunlight waits yonder

Blame destiny if we

Want to lament fate

If we feel powerless

Then make peace

With the frog

In the hole we dug

And find your music

As it croaks

Dance to the cacophony

Or else if needed

Stand on each other’s shoulder

And crawl up

Pull up the others

Beneath you

There is great strength in number

Don’t let it go to waste

We are here now

Darkness

We will have to

Find our way out and

Light the candle

Let truth shine

Darkness

A distant past under a star filled sky

Darkness of the new moon 

Lighted dimly by the evening star

Proclaimed your love looking at my eyes

Told me you understand me
More than I understand myself
Gazed at your eyes silhouetted
Reflecting darkness of the sea

Oh how I wanted to ask thee
What you understood about me
Seeking myself through the ages
It’s darkness only that I see

Were you scared of what you saw
To share with me what you found
Now I search for the answer alone
Under new moon’s darkened glow

Love is All That Matters

Darkness pitch black
Soft touch of
Exploring fingers
Quivering lips
In loving quest
Flowing warmth of
Burning desire
Exuberant thunder
Of deafening silence
Flowing through
Bursting veins
In that moment
Of ecstatic rupture
A fire was lit
Still burning
Over all these years
Lighting the path
Amidst the abyss
And mountains
In the end
Love is all
That matters

Darkness as the sun shines

‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’  W.B. Yeats.

Darkness as the sun shines
Vultures are circling ready to dive
Sun hidden by their wings
Hyenas surreptitiously closing in
Beacon of hope to entire world
Crawling back to the womb
Alternate facts eviscerating truth
Enemy within us ready for the kill
Party time for the vultures and the hyenas
Smirking their lips
As darkness creeps slowly
On the land of the free
Swamp reeks
Home of the braves held
Hostage to fear and lies
Drain the swamp, yes
Start at the top

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This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Ten

 

 

Sunset do not excite me anymore

Sunsets do not excite me anymore
As I sit by the sea looking over the horizon
Capturing the colorful hues most distant from my thoughts

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Modern day electronic entrapments lying unused as
Creeping fingers of darkness ride the waves
Whitecaps no longer translucent
Ocean darkening does not reflect
Radiant colors of the sky subdued
The murmur of the gentle waves
Does not sing a song of rejuvenation
Melancholy reigns as darkness falls
Sunset is no longer a harbinger of night
To be followed by daybreak, as I
Hear the whisper of the hooded boatman
Ferrying the returning souls
It’s time to go home
Somewhere on the distant horizon
As the last ray of the setting sun
Slowly sinks into a bottomless pit
I see a beacon, a point of light
A flickering hope whispers
As the dark waves crash onto the shore
A tiny iridescence whispers in my ear
Somewhere it’s the beginning
It’s a new dawn
You have lost the path, but
The search is still on

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This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Four

Day of Reckoning : Three Line Tales, Week 92

Sparkling lights, burning bright, lighting up the sky, hopes are high

Million strong, hoping to right the wrong, shouting we belong

Darkness underneath all encompassing, it’s still too far for the day of reckoning

photo by gn dim via Unsplash

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Three Line Tales-Week 92