in darkness & light
i’m rattling the earth
from a cage without bars.
i’m silent as fury
in wars about wars.
i spit and i sputter –
snap crackle and scorn.
i wait and i wither –
beholden and torn.
surrounded yet lonely,
i’m chilled to the bone.
my spirit is weary.
my heart-strings are worn.
there’s chaos within
and destruction without.
down float feathers from angels;
a bomb took them out.
i can’t seem to find me
in darkness and night;
until i remember
i’m darkness and light.
Is everything OK, Elizabeth?
Yes! Thanks for asking
the world is too much with you?
if so…
me too.
but your words are so beautiful. if or if not.
Not entirely sure. I never quite know where my poems come from, or what they mean, because they write themselves – but if I had to render a guess, I suspect I am learning to be present with anger (my least comfortable emotion).
Passionate!!
‘A bomb took them out’
I laughed out loud … was not expecting that!
you & me both! ha.