Dark Things
I regard
The darkness
And see myself
Staring back
From deep within
Its shadows.
All the parts I’d
forced
behind the veil.
The dark things
– the unmentionables:
My sinuous sexuality
My blazing jealousy
My furtive deceitfulness
My impulsivity
My laziness
My rage
My sanctimony
My sins
All there
Carefully placed.
Hidden but not gone,
No matter how deep
The shadow into which
They’re pushed.
Not detracting
Nor summating.
But me nonetheless.
Uneasily me.
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Light A Candle
Dear heart, don’t even think of reading the poems of Stephen Crane.
Now Paul – as a parent, you know you should NEVER give an admonishment to NOT do a thing if you really think that thing shouldn’t be done…you’ve gone and guaranteed I’ll be re-reading some Crane.
Unless that is exactly what you meant to do…
Oh….nevermind! Laughs
I like this!
Thanks Bad Alice!