Headlights – Day VI – NaPoWriMo 2014

Oncoming beams
Brilliant and bright
Crash upon the eye
In a blinding flash

In that terrifying moment
Of overpowering depravation
There is no death nor life
There is nothing

My breath quickens and stops
As if my body itself recoils from the moment
Shielding my vision
Yet transfixed upon its brilliance

And then after a fleeting glimpse it is gone
Back into the night from which it pounced
Past me into another world
And there is darkness

NaPoWriMo – Day XXVIII – Black

The manifestation of death and mourning
Of the total absence of light
It is a color, yet it is not
It is the image of the night

It serves as the opposite
Of light and white and good
Yet it is also the image
Of all that is not understood

It signifies the unknown
The undiscovered, the unseen
It hides untold secrets
It epitomizes the serene

It is all that we see
When we close our eyes
Yet when we see it with them open
We are afraid of its guise

We fear what is not there
For what it may be
Yet we stand mesmerized
When our body shouts to flee

For in its great pools
There is untold potential
For in the absence of all other stimuli
You access thoughts existential

Some favor it
Some don’t
Some explore it
Some won’t

Some hide from its grasp
Surrounded by illumination
Not knowing not that the dark
Fears not such affectations

It is always around us
And always there it will remain
Awaiting your arrival
When you shut your eyes again

NaPoWriMo – Day XXVI – Erasure

What is it about the night?

That makes us long so
For things the day did not give us
For hopes dashed, promises unfulfilled
What is it about the moon’s last shadow?
As it falls upon the eye for the last time
That makes us long
For things that lie beyond our grasp

 

As I lie in my bed
The stars blinking above
I reach out one last time
My fingers running swiftly from key to key
Forming the words before I can even think of them
Till there it lies before me
A message, a plea, a bid for redemption

 

In that moment a hundred thoughts fly through my head
Shall I send forth my creation?
Will it warrant reciprocated emotion?
Or will it bring only more pain?
And as I think I drift into slumber
Awaiting a response
That shall never come

 

 

Today’s NoPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem of erasure. A new work created from the dissected carcass of an earlier work. Instead of choosing to work through someone’s else’s words however, I chose to re-imagine a work an old work of my own. An old favorite.

What followed was almost a ghost of the work that came before it. An ethereal remnant of sorts. To me it produces the same imagery and emotions (to you it may seem like nonsense!).

If you’re interested in comparing it to the original, you can check it out here: Reach Out

A Snowy Encounter: The 2 AM Walk Back Home

The most mesmerizing moments can happen when you least expect them. Last night I got caught in fairly heavy snowfall on the walk back home from my friend’s place (at 2 in the morning!) so I decided instead of cursing my luck to enjoy the beauty and have some fun with it. It truly was the most surreal feeling walking through the falling snow – something straight out of a movie! Walking through the empty streets as they snow danced all around me, catching fresh snow flakes on my tongue, making funny faces on people’s cars ; p

Reach Out

What is it about the night? 

That makes us long so 

For things the day did not give us 

For hopes dashed, promises unfulfilled

What is it about the moon’s last shadow?

As it falls upon the eye for the last time

That makes us long            

For things that lie beyond our grasp

  

As I lie in my bed

The stars blinking above

I reach out one last time

My fingers running swiftly from key to key

Forming the words before I can even think of them

Till there it lies before me

A message, a plea, a bid for redemption

 

In that moment a hundred thoughts fly through my head

Shall I send forth my creation?

Will it warrant reciprocated emotion?

Or will it bring only more pain?

And as I think I drift into slumber

Awaiting a response

That shall never come

The Amber Moon

The amber moon on hallowed skies
Shines sweetly as a star
And lights the way for passers by
Traveling near and far

To lover and loner alike
She lights the path to the morrow
Each knowing the dawn will bring another day
Of joy and of sorrow

The brilliant glow upon her face
Like a new born mother
Uniting black and white and brown
Under her sheen as brothers

She says not hello nor goodbye
Makes no promises, tells no lies
She watches quietly as trees do
Her reflection in the dreamer’s eye

I watch her quietly till she fades
Not once saying a word
I watch the amber moon above
As she watches the world