Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Darkness Is......

“Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.”— Yousuf Karsh


“The darkness is really out there. It’s not something that’s in my head, just. It’s in my work because it’s in the world.”— Margaret Atwood

Midweek Motif ~ Darkness Is….

Darkness was; is; will be. Is it intrinsically bad? Or is it something that lies in between good and evil? What color is it? Is it gray, black or white?

Is it a part of life? Is darkness a necessity?

What is darkness? When does it come? Where does it live?

There can be endless questions regarding darkness.

What do you think darkness is?

In your poem today be dark J

Gacela Of The Dark Death
by Federico Garcia Lorca

I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.

I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass,
nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth
that labors before dawn.

I want to sleep awhile,
awhile, a minute, a century;
but all must know that I have not died;
that there is a stable of gold in my lips;
that I am the small friend of the West wing;
that I am the intense shadows of my tears.

Cover me at dawn with a veil,
because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me,
and wet with hard water my shoes
so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.

For I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earth;
for I want to live with that dark child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas. 

To A Dark Moses
by Lucille Clifton

you are the one
i am lit for.
Come with your rod
that twists
and is a serpent.
i am the bush.
i am burning
i am not consumed. 

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark 
by Emily Dickinson

We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye -

A Moment - We uncertain step
For newness of the night -
Then - fit our Vision to the Dark -
And meet the Road - erect -

And so of larger - Darknesses -
Those Evenings of the Brain -
When not a Moon disclose a sign -
Or Star - come out - within -

The Bravest - grope a little -
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead -
But as they learn to see -

Either the Darkness alters -
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight -
And Life steps almost straight. 

Dark Glasses
by Robert William Service

Sweet maiden, why disguise
The beauty of your eyes
With glasses black?
Although I'm well aware
That you are more than fair,
Allure you lack.
For as I stare at you
I ask if brown or blue
Your optics are?
But though I cannot see,
I'm sure that each must be
Bright as a star.

That may be green or grey,
'Tis very hard to say,
Or violet;
The lovelight in their glow
Alas, I'll never know,
To my regret.
In some rhyme-book I've read,
A lady bard has said,
And deemed it true,
Men will not bite the necks
Of sweeties who wear specs,--
Young man, would you?

But though they balk romance,
Columbus took a chance,
And so would I;
Even with orbs unseen
I'd fain make you my queen
And you en-sky.
Alas I see you go,
And I will never know
Your pupils tint;
So o'er a lonely drink
I force myself to think:
Damsel, you squint! 

Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—
            (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Zero Tolerance)


  1. Sumana, your chosen poems are glorious! I especially radiate with Lorca's: "I want to sleep awhile,
    awhile, a minute, a century;
    but all must know that I have not died;
    that there is a stable of gold in my lips . . ."

  2. Hi Sumana! Thank you for another profound prompt. Darkness is vexing in my part of the world right now. :-)

  3. Good morning, friends. I woke in the night and paid a visit to a small bird of hope. My mantra: we live in hope!Cant give it up.

  4. Wishing all a good Wednesday today as January come to a close

    much love...

  5. This prompt gave me a lot to think about. Thank you.

  6. I love the poems you shared for inspiration, Sumana, and thought about writing something dark and grown-up, but I'm afraid my inner child got the better of me!

  7. I'm a tad late, but my bit on darkness (and more) is here. As I said before, I am rather curious to read what everybody has created. Thank you for the super-interesting prompt, Sumana.

  8. I'm a lot late, I know, but joining in. Thanks for a thought provoking prompt Sumana.


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