Before Darkness – Poem 3/24

Long ago, before time began

There was only Chaos

And Darkness;

The actual story begins

When Darkness was replaced

By Light;

A lot has been said and written

About Light and Darkness since

But nobody ever seems

To say and write anything about

Before Darkness…

 

And the reason is simple I guess:

There was nothing but

An endless Void

Before Darkness…

So there simply was nothing

To write (or talk) about

Before Darkness

 

Antoinette LeRoux © 2016

darkness light and void

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Writting

Wonderful Words

Reading different poems

Ink pens, scratching across pages

Twenty-four blissful hours

Thoughts are plentiful

Ideas have formed

No worries or cares

Great time had by all

MILK WEED

Crusty, mousy brown pods,
that only a month before was a pleasant prickly green,
tops so pointed,
they nip the fingertips,
breaking the stem,
brings oozing milk
in the circumference of the shoot;
cool weather matures this plant
and the pod –
broken open,
full of white, fuzzy seeds –
catching the crisp air,
lofting,
settling over the fields
in a web ready to take root for next year’s crop.

Michellia D. Wilson 8/13/2016

Hour Three’s Poem

WINTER’S SPLENDOR

 

WINTER: the cold season between autumn and spring in northern latitudes (in the Northern Hemisphere from the winter solstice to the vernal equinox; in the Southern Hemisphere from the summer solstice to the autumnal equinox).; the colder half of the year (opposed to summer); a period like winter, as the last or final period of life; a period of decline, decay, inertia, dreariness, or adversity.

WINTER: waiting for snow. staring at TV reading schools dismissed for the day.  red marshmallow coats on children. canceled flights. weather reports spoken with monotony. lighting the menorah the second night. driving to work behind the salt trucks. papercuts from all the wrapping and unwrapping. hanging the yearly ornament for angel baby #1 and #2. begging ice to melt. wine and turkey softening passive-aggressive insult from relatives. Jazz music and frozen lampposts. lighting the menorah the eighth night. family pictures around a tree for cards meant to be sent on time but everyone knows they won’t reach the mail until well after New Years. snowflakes out of paper and strangers caroling in the neighborhood.

 

Before Darkness

Before Darkness

 

Perhaps my brightest light

will be just before darkness.

But while life may be boot

camp I can’t figure out

who is the Sarge.

Mist of Darkness

The darkness that capture my body was in the mist.

Of  darkness.

That surrounded my soul with know words my soul could.

Say.

 

Their was know words that could capture what my.

Body was going through.

The tear’s that was coming down my face their was know.

One their to wipe the tear’s away.

 

The darkness just keep capture my body with the darkest.

That the day could bring even the sun was shining.

My soul couldn’t feel or see the sun shine all ‘I could feel.

Was the pain my body was into.

 

The darkness of hell was surrounded by the flame’s of hell.

That surrounded ny body sun shine that would warm my soul.

My soul will always be afraid what the flame of hell whisper into.

My soul.

 

My soul will never be at peace anymore my soul will never forget.

The whisper’s of darkness said to my soul.

Hell of fire will always be in my soul.

My soul will never see the beauty of anything anymore.

 

 

 

 

Prompt for Hour Four

This prompt is a little different. Read the first step, follow it, then read the second step follow it, and then read the third step.

Step 1
Write a ten line narrative poem. (A narrative poem is a poem that tells a story.) It should tell a complete, or mostly complete story.

Step 2
Add ten more lines to that poem. You can add them at any point, they can be interspersed throughout, or together in one section. However they cannot all be at the end of the poem.

Step 3
Remove eight lines from the poem. These lines can be taken from any point in the poem.