Writing the Blackness

use white ink please!

Writing the Blackness

I found the blackness this morning
It belong to me
The edges of it form were the hardest matter could be
I smelled it content
The odor seemed pleasant but I knew it wasn't for me
I looked past the gate of entry
The content of its curse was well known among men like me
My hand touched its form
The blackness drew me in as though I was its friend
bending to its submission I heeded its call
but when the poets writes the blackness
He frees himself from its fall.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Kathy!

I have to say that some of my blackness has left me.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Doodley!

Always finding you a remarkable fellow and your presence speaks volumes.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Noize!

At 68 I have met the blackness many times.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Tanner,

You are coming along fine. Don't hurry, youth is a beautiful thing.

Regards,
Al

[Valentine]

Use white ink please...cute line. It would be great if we all could just write the black in our lives away. If we are truthful, we all have something dark in our memory. Valentine

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Hmmm. The black void of depression and melancholia....very familiar to many of us Poets.

And just as you expressed very well in this piece, it is writing and poesy that can ultimately keep us from falling deeply into its dark clutches.

A very sombre poem, Alfred. Very truthful and relevant. Well written and executed.

[Chase Dylan]

This is really well penned, and I just loved it through and through... Black and white is a true escape. Bravo'...

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Deep imagination is truly associated with this elegant poem.
Though my blunt mind can't interpret, I just get it partially.