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Day of Rain
Day of Rain I do this a lot, I write a poem in one take. I don't set out to do this and it doesn't happen all the time. On this particular poem I had a hard time with the title. I'll let you read the poem and then give a explanation, it's somewhat humorous-the explanation-I'm Gerry Thibeault and I'm a poet.
By Gerry Thibeault12 days ago in Poets
Lux Aeterna
The darkest days have passed and moving forward, the glow over the horizon will stretch time by measured increments. Winter will not rush to satisfy our need for light. She will keep us in cool suspense, even as coming of day grows. There is yet space to cozy in a corner and cry, or sleep, or hunker, or hide. The linear growth of primal light will not mirror a soul’s fight or flight. As winter whimsically tiptoes into spring, there will yet be blood, beauty, peace, and suffering still to be had. From one year to the next, light does not mend our aches or woes; nor does feasting, noise, or merry making. But in the unseen corners of our souls, in the dimmest spaces, a choice grows. So Life asks, ‘what dear, is yours?’
By Mary Syrrist18 days ago in Poets
