“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label disappointment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disappointment. Show all posts
Sunday, December 9, 2018
Summary of a shadowed moon
Struck with a new Idea,
I held onto it like a treasure map,
rolled up,
with the lines inside.
I carried it around
so long, wrinkles
were inevitable,
weathering and what not
made it fade.
After revisiting this place
I am lost a little,
afraid to start
wrong,
I fear it will not become
as I thought I remembered...
No mark would be made,
no footstep
impressed,
unless
anywhere I begin becomes
a starting point
that vanishes...
which made it obvious
to fill the space,
flooding it in white
so I could build it
by taking away.
Photograph credited by Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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