The Dark Season
By saltyman65
Fall leaves;
Fireworks of creeping death,
Bring a calm that a long hot summer had removed for a spell.
Dark rest is here,
The coolness of autumn returns,
reclaiming the body
Conscience
and
Consciousness,
wandering free in the dark shadows of the unconscious.
Retreating from the world long enough to heal
From the
Deep,
Burning
Eye…………. of the Sun.
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Copyright 2014 saltyman65
Published on Saturday, November 8, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
Beautiful poem, I love the subtlety of how the horror is actually lurking inside of the person. The unusual layout contributed to the sense of suppressed/buried impulses. This is the first poem I have encountered on this site and it makes me keen to read more of your work!