The words slip into a darkling cave
Bats hang in bunches from a stone shelf
I can go no further lest I lose the sun
I dare not use the lamp he gave me
Creatures that live in darkness fear the light
but I was born in the morning and this place refuses me
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Hello Fran,
There’s always something to delight me in your poetry. In this poem it’s the very last phrase–”this place refuses me.” Such a lovely twist.
No time for further comment (supper time) but I did notice the cat poem–yes they do expect us to turn off the weather, lol.
By: Barbara on December 27, 2007
at 11:54 pm
A darkling cave! This conjurs up all sorts of images in my minds eye Fran. Like you I was born in the morning light and prefer to stay out in light places.
By: Heather Blakey on December 28, 2007
at 1:39 am
Same here, Ladies! What a masterpiece of simplicity and wisdom this is, Fran. Pure Crone wisdom.
By: imogen88 on December 28, 2007
at 3:37 am
Iwas born inthe morning, breakfast, but have my entire life been a night owl.
Your poems and imagesare wonderful, I do enjoy spending some time her, A treat, Fran, a real treat.
By: aletta mes on December 28, 2007
at 4:14 am
Thank you all for visiting and for your warm thoughts. Fran
By: cronelogical on December 28, 2007
at 4:41 am
A lovely poem, Fran. It’s beauty in in its simplicity…it tells a story in a few well chosen words.
I don’t know what time of day or night I was born. My mother always told me that she didn’t remember, but then, she would never talk about us…about family. Never knew her reasoning. I may be a child of night, because there are times when I seek dark spaces, but then there are times when I seek the light, so who knows?
Vi
By: woodnymph on December 28, 2007
at 3:34 pm
Fran, your words always reach deep into my soul and find a warm place for me to feel nourished. Blessings and thank you. Genece
By: espirit07 on December 28, 2007
at 5:48 pm
Hey, Fran!
Good to hear from you, and thanks for your generous comment on my small offering.
In the meantime, I hear “Loss” . . . a “darkling cave” indeed.
May the light be ever with you.
Bless,
Bill
By: wordfield on December 30, 2007
at 3:17 am
So many images with so few words….so clever!!
By: Chefleur on December 30, 2007
at 11:38 am