Thursday, September 22, 2011

dark

she asks...is it dark?

mist hangs thick
in sodden hemlock boughs
flickering porch light
can't reach the forest
in this overcast
post-rain bleak



the Tired Monk

13 comments:

  1. I don't know...I find the dusky post-storm green-ness kind of wonderful. But it's true, the porch light has its work cut out for it. I enjoyed this.

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  2. Like other poems written to this prompt, yours makes me thankful I do not live where I would feel this way about rain. It really casts a bleak mood.

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  3. I ask the same thing myself when it gets misty...

    post-rain bleak--I like this ~

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  4. I definitely hear you with this one! "Post rain bleak" indeed.

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  5. you DO need the forest!

    xo
    erin

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  6. Love it, Ollie........those very same trees are drinking thirstily and thanking the heavens for the drink they've waited all summer for!

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  7. Love the image - the flickering porch light fighting a (losing) battle against the darkness...

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  8. a glimmer of hope in the post-rain-bleak!
    You painted it well, I can see it~

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  9. there is a sense of darkness in this poem. in these few words a powerful feeling, kind of a foreboding, something to appear when the mist fades. in a deeper sense it makes me think about humanity, our vices shroud us like that mist and can our spiritual torchlight penetrate it? a beautiful thought provoking poem

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  10. Brought me to an old friends camp and an early fall visit-perfectly.

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