I started this poem several months ago. I put it aside until I saw it in my poetry folder this past weekend. I’ve tweaked it some since then, and I think I’ve made some improvements. I think the person speaking is in the process of becoming ready to die. I don’t want the poem to be sad—at least not in totality. I want it to feel like a change coming—a bittersweet but beautiful change. I’ll keep working on it.
Ive spent dark nights shivering,
shrouded from the light,
from the blaze of its sharp glory.
I will be blind soon,
eyes spent from searching.
Ill breathe against the flicker when it comes,
fast and fleeting in the shadow.
My air will flare the flame or sigh it out.
Once I was a wind,
soon a vacuum vast,
a space between the stars,
a peace, a death.
I've been going through your site reading things since Erin told me about. I particularly like this one. I didn't know you were so talented. : ) Erin's coming into town next weekend. We'll have to get together. The site looks great. Keep up the good work you two!Posted by: Hayley on February 28, 2003 01:09 PM