Morning dark

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Hello readers!  I’m back from a brief absence, and with this post i’m returning to an early passion for poetry. I hope something in the following piece speaks to you.


Morning Dark

In the still of earliest morning

Dark still rules yet pledges light

I’m thinking of how things fall apart.


And how mirth collides with mourning

With dawn afar, dark heralds night

Color in shadows requires art


And rarely, with less forewarning,

Things come together, they turn upright

This i stumbled on by heart


The art we make at night must be with inner light composed

So with a heart that’s scarred and yet more open than supposed

I find most often now I write with both of my eyes closed

6 thoughts on “Morning dark

  1. Welcome back to the blog Katherine. For myself, I found your beautiful poem to be reflective and yet hopeful for the future.
    May the morning dark and inner light inspire you to write again
    soon !

  2. A second look- Morning Dark and Mourning Dark
    Don’t let your scarred heart make you scared of the darkness.
    Mirth and mourning colliding in the darkness without warning could tend to lead one to yearn for the light of morning. I suppose it could as well have a tendency to scar one’s heart and make one scared of the darkness.
    Can there not also be beauty derived out of such diversity? The answer to me is obvious in the beauty of your poetry.
    As there is beauty in both sunsets and sunrises,(especially the ones in Hawaii) yet darkness lies between. If I did not have darkness between, I would not know how to truly appreciate the colorful beauty both dusk and dawn can bring.
    As out of mirth colliding with mourning and the resultant darkness created by it, comes the light of morning and the dawn of a new day.
    KH thank you for challenging me to take a second look.
    Again you have inspired me!
    Out of the shadows and shades of gray arise beautiful hues of color, as the light of day brings color to ones life.
    The art supposed arises from the balance of light without and within,(Taijitu- Yang to Yin, dark to light, bad to good.) thus colorful poetry may be composed, from the balance of dark within and without. The falling apart of one thing brings together another.
    “Art from the Heart”.
    So with scarred and scared open heart one may still write with their eyes wide shut.

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