A cold wind howls across my heart
This darkness is not warmed by fire
The chamber walls are narrowing
The air begins its umbral stifling.

There is no raven at the door
And Time so relative, seems faster
Only a vulture high and circling
His call rings out, unnerving.

Thoughts turn bleaker than this room
They slip into the shadowed halls
They slide down into cracks covertly
Then heart’s bad drummer stops abruptly.

Beyond mind’s dismal gloom appearing
Waits the dawn- break, head clouds thinning
My patient rhythmic sighs soothe whispering
As sun rises from its sleep, alluring.

July 6th 2013
LINC Island SL

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8 Responses to Darkly

  1. But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token…


  2. Oh yes, I agree, and as I said on my fb account, this poem is not my mood, but rather, trying to describe the feeling of the illustration… which is very Poe-esque:)


  3. daleinnis says:

    Dark but also hopeful; I like that. 🙂


  4. Smiles warmly, yes Dale always a sunrise after a midnight:)


  5. Hoyt Heron says:

    Simply beautiful Ruca! The last line…possibly one of the best in any writing…As always amazed!!!


  6. Aww Hoyt, thank you for your long-distance stroke of approval..Enjoy your day tomorrow..every minute of it. Thank you for commenting, yes, this poem is one I had an idea you might enjoy:)
    tu ruca


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