In the Peak of the Darkness

In the Peak of the Darkness

17 October 2015

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The years rolling by

Bring to memories lost Love

That stood its own ground

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The clouds kissed parted

Intricate weavings of Fate

The moon shone again

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What say you and me?

Did you look into the Well?

Penny dropped soundless

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I gathered piglets

Broke their side on concrete world

Tossed in vain wishes

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Through the seen Waters

Looking glass sights dispelled Dark

Wisps of Tomorrow

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Dismembered slight thoughts

Turn to agony of mind

Twisted downtrodden

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I wiped chalks’ inking

In the Peak of the Darkness

Feathers bore me Light

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2 thoughts on “In the Peak of the Darkness

  1. A quite provocative expression not only of memories, but the relationships of which those memories were formed: “Did you look into the Well? / Penny dropped soundless // I gathered piglets / Broke their side on concrete world / Tossed in vain wishes” The juxtaposition of the soundless penny and the gathering and breaking the sides of piglets, both pushing the same thought forward, is wonderfully jarring. Also the choice of “piglets” rather than “pigs” is great, the latter I think what many would reach for. I can’t think of piglets being used in a dark expression such as this.

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    • Thanks a lot. I appreciate your very sensitive and insightful comments. This is not just memories although it is in some way. You can see it as a person looking into the future and looking back into memories past in that future.
      Piglets was not just for the measure (haïkus are 5-7-5 stanzas in their traditonal form) but also because I wanted to convey the innocence within the sacrificial element which is contained within the poem and perhaps by the multiplicity of it the vanity of it all. Within the element of sacrifice piglet somehow also refers to the author and of her own broken side or flank on a concrete world.
      My poems are usually said to have a touch of Sibyl (who is one of my archetypes) as not everybody understands them but I am quite thrilled when someone really grasps the hidden meanings so thanks ever so much for taking the time in your very interesting analysis.

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