Aware of Darkness

Aware of Darkness

Who is to say one’s grief
is greater than that of another?
Never really gone,
all exist in all they touch,
yet some are touched
in ways that cannot be equaled.

Who is to measure a loss,
if not the one whose heart
cannot find a way to fill a space
that already holds something
that can no longer be touched?

One who sees the darkness
that would consume
the light that fills that space.
One who lives with that grief.

These are my thoughts after reading Beware of Darkness, by Kerfe Roig.

Linked to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub

ever full

 

ever full

torn paper
the beat of wings
turn of a leaf

a passing shadow
less than before
now a memory

a streak of chrome
a trail of red in the night
the world passing by

this, and more
unspoken thoughts
become a fount

taking shape
in words, colors
seeping across the page

holding everything, and nothing
the reader left to decide
the poet’s intent

empty hands, cupped
hold more than the universe
has to offer, hopes, wishes

left unfulfilled, leaving nothing
from the past but memories,
yet all of the future

This began as two stanzas (the final two),
which were the tangent taken by my thoughts
after reading Kerfe’s Across the Universe.

~ Day 27 ~

all around me, inside and out ~ Kerfe

I know that many of you recognize the mad poetic and artistic skills of Kerfe Roig, as seen on the blog “method two madness” that she shares with her friend, Nina, so I’m sure you’ll want to check out her recent posts on a side-blog she has created during Nina’s hiatus.

K.

all around me s

I am one with the waters
with colors with sounds with winds
that shimmer me with light–
I fill myself with waves

with colors with sound with winds
with skies reflected from deep within–
I fill myself with waves–
I am inhaling the salt and the sand

with skies reflected from deep within–
covered by the sun’s blanket
I am inhaling the salt and sand–
I close my eyes and soar

covered by the sun’s blanket
that shimmers me with light–
I close my eyes and soar–
I am one with the waters

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Another pantoum, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

all around me close up s

I am posting at this site while Nina is on hiatus.  But I’ll be back at MeMadTwo when she returns.

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Never Knowing

it’s the alone in
the dance that makes the never
knowing so complete
               Kerfe Roig

Never Knowing

Your absence the loss
of a scale to measure
all that comes after.

What steps to take
in the loss of moments.
Whether to lead. Or follow.

Whether to acquiesce, be carried
away by a tune, or resent it
for the memories it holds.

The dance of never knowing
is a dark reflection of the dance
of enjoyment that came before.

Both the senryū and the watercolor are by Kerfe Roig,
from her post (nowhere) to be found.

Ken G.

Acquisition ~ rubaiyat

 

Acquisition

I hold aloft what holds me down,
My sense of self, as yet unsound.
No sense of where my mind should be,
My troubles named, within me found.

And yet this weight that’s placed on me
Need not be what the world should see.
Acknowledging that I’m not bound
May offer possibilities.

All month, I held off from attempting to write a rubaiyat, finding no interest in the form. I guess I just needed something to write about. I found that in Kerfe Roig’s Inquisition. I left this as a comment, and I’m just under the wire for Frank Hubeny’s month-long prompt at dVerse, Poetry Forms: Rubaiyat.  This is written in iambic tetrameter, with a rhyme scheme of AABA BBAB.

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framing the years

framing the years

time, the line
we cannot box, never
finding a final corner

passing on to form
the next box
and the next

a snake
with the mind of Escher
defining the vortex

the core of existence
drawn through time
expressed between that line

A response to Kerfe’s January 2018, at method two madness