In the pure white sun dream
I wore a necklace –
bearstone and bone.
For months
meaning
eluded me,
but feeling
erupted
from within-
a volcano
was burning
somewhere
beyond me –
destructive fires,
my body knew.
And beyond that
stones and bones.
Extremes freeze authenticity.
Why is it
that I cannot
hold onto Dark
the way others do?
I keep shedding Shades
like outworn skins –
“Let them go” I pray,
missing the point completely.
An error bordering
on personal stupidity –
Sometimes
Shadow
casts a shroud
to create clarity.
Instead of berating
myself, I need
to look to others
to uncover
what’s hidden
in them.
I own my flaws.
There are dark
rooms in everyone’s house –
not just my own.
Very interesting poetry! 🙂
There is a very dark room in our house, i am told… where my loud snoring is a big flaw. 🙂
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very funny Tom! Thanks!
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