The ruination of the little black Tarn
By cadymae
I've been breached.
A not-knight has brought light
to my
cool dark Tarn.
Rimmed with knife-edged shoals,
embedded
shards pointed inward and out,
my inky well of darkness is now
stained
with bright smears of affection.
Not every shadow
needs illumination.
Why reveal what instantly needs covering
again?
Love isn't a cure-all. You can't pull a dent out
of a soul.
Leave me my dim insights
and silent dusk all about.
I've installed night-lights where
I need them.
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Copyright 2012 cadymae
Published on Wednesday, September 26, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, November 26, 2017, carlosjackal
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This poked my imagination in all the right ways.
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On Friday, September 28, 2012, cadymae
(73) wrote:
Thanks guys. I appreciate the kind words. :)
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On Wednesday, September 26, 2012, FadedBlues
(2172) wrote:
...your message here is clearly stated: we often prefer our dark places, rather than what others think is best for us...