Innocent of Dark

Innocent of Dark

A Poem by Little Whisper

Innocent of Dark

September 17, 2010 at 3:30am

Do they know as they graze

Emerald's sweet meadow

As innocent eyed calves suckle

Pearly filled teats

 

Do they know as their hooves

Kiss the ground one peck in staccato time

 

Are their wings burdened with

Memories of what was or

What is to become

 

Do flourishing roots in their prime

Whither with knowledge of impending doom?

 

I want to live oblivious

to loss.

 

I want to die oblivious

to life.

© 2014 Little Whisper


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Knifelike and wrenching.... the despair is palpable and made me ache.



Posted 10 Years Ago


Little Whisper

10 Years Ago

Oh my gosh... You got it!... It made me ache too. I'm sooo sorry ... I did not want to make you .. read more
sharonlee

10 Years Ago

Ache... joy... loss... love... these are real, and when the writing is real it is an honor to be mad.. read more
Little Whisper

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your wise words. :)
It is beyond beautiful. It is insightful. It is human condition. To know is what we think we want yet it terrifies and interferes with our ability to live life fully present. Give me oblivion any old day! l am going to come up with an oblivion pill to make us forget past and future. It will make us rich, I tell ya...then we can go live on that secluded island and... Wait...i think they already make that ...i think its called heroin .Great Write my friend!

Posted 10 Years Ago


When the?? How The..What the?? lol. You really hit Sylvia right in the gut with this one...It's Beautiful~

Posted 10 Years Ago


Little Whisper

10 Years Ago

Wow... gosh.. I am flattered beyond flattered... I am aglow. Thank you .... (and love you) :)

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Poetry... reading and writing poetry has helped me through tragic times and accompanied me through happy times and normal, peaceful times. It's a wonderful way of release ...very therapeutic. I .. more..

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