Avoiding Dawn
Ask no questions of the moth in the candle’s flame.
……………………………………………………………. –Attar
If she were here, I’d bask in light
and not be crippled by the night.
I’d not be held in Midnight’s prison.
But missing her impairs my vision.
Her absence makes me look away,
remain asleep, avoid the day.
And so I sleep, refuse to rise.
I find her there, with sleep-filled eyes.
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Oh the trickery we endure in our dreams!
That’s a lovely progression of rhyming verses from the quote.
“But missing her impairs my vision,”… I love the poignancy of this! 🙂
What a special perspective on missing someone Ron. This read strong sir!
So beautifully poignant and emotional. ❤ ❤
Missing someone beautifully expressed, Ron.
It’s the missing that impairs the vision and the dreams awaken
crossing a new reality. There is a deep sadness (sigh)
A beautiful love poem, Ron! I’ve had times when I’ve avoided dawn, waiting for the light of my life to return. My favourite lines:
‘…missing her impairs my vision.
Her absence makes me look away,
remain asleep, avoid the day.’
And that gorgeous rhyming couplet at the end!
Such a poignant use of rhyme and metre here. Sometimes we can’t help but yearn for what we don’t have, like moths drawn toward the light!
This is so spot on Ron – I’d love to recite this!
this sounds like deep emotional grief, great write!
The answers are always hidden by the light. I love the rhythm, like being rocked to sleep. (K)
Beautiful. The loss of waking from a dream.
The longing in this is undeniable, and seems will not be denied by any means.
This feels to me like a temporary loss, not a gone forever loss. There’s a lightness to it and not enough darkness. Hunch.
I like the contrast to longing for the light to longing for the night. It rhymes great too! Sometimes we only get that spark of light back when we close our eyes. It’s always in us! 💕
How often midnight helps us avoid past choices we’d like to correct. I like your work very much, Ron.
There are days when the dawn is a curse (especially when she comes at 3 AM). These days I have to go up in darkness…
That is some gorgeous writing
This is awesome writing … when I can read a poem line by line … each line a poem unto itself ~~~ I am thrilled.
I liked this,
a lot.
The rhythm and meter makes it enjoyable to read