darkness is cruel
eyes neither open nor close
no feeling in void
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inanimate pain
screams stifled behind closed doors
you inflicted this
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slap awakens
firefly moment so bright
pin holes of hope
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eye’s revelation
light cauterizes split heart
awaits gold of day
Sharing with Poet’s United Midweek Motif – the prompt is Inanimate.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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penned in moon dust 
inanimate pain
screams stifled behind closed doors…. gosh that’s vivid and dark.
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glad you thought so – thanks
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The night can be the loneliest place in the world..particularly if we are not safe everything feels amplified and terrifying..i can relate to the relief even the smallest slip of light can bring..and mean (thank you also for your comment)
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Yes I know you understand the knife blade chill of the night, Jae.
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Whoaaaa… this is such a beautifully intense poem ❤ ❤ ❤
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amazing what a little haiku can do. Thanks sweet friend
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I can understand the sentiments within your poem very well. A disturbed sleep or daytime, takes its toll and saps energies. I recall many long nights while nursing and wishing the time to pass…
Eileen
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Yes there are many things that cause a toll to our energy and we endure
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Excellent. I love how your images serve as exclamation points to the ideas you express so beautifully in words.
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Haiku is wonderful in making clean punctuation marks – Thanks so much
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A slap, although often not welcomed, can jolt us to our senses…
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An awakening from the dark is welcome indeed
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“Inanimate pain – slap awakens firefly moment so bright”……wonderfully written, Leslie.
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Thanks Sherry
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Sometimes the darkness outside seems to transfer inside. And those are long, long nights!
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As someone, who lives with PTSD, on a daily basis, this poem speaks more than you realize, to me. My “pinhole” of light, are my 3 feline companions, who have ease my darkness, into the light of day, more times than I care to count.
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Beautifully written 🙂
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Your words “You inflicted this” allows the reader to add another dimension to the terrifying darkness and the anxiety that event maintains especially at night. Very well written indeed.
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this made me think of abuse…any kind of abuse and it is dark and wicked. a provocative piece I should say.
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wow…some brilliant images Leslie…to be awakened is our purpose here….
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eye’s revelation
light cauterizes split heart
awaits gold of day
The eyes could reveal lots of anticipated happenings which only later in the morning will determine. Very insightful write Moonie!
Hank
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That slap in the night caught my attention. Made me think of abused women and children, and of the way we figuratively hide in darkness waiting, hoping for change.
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For a pain that is abstract and a sensation you’ve put it into words really well, I think. An intriguing poem. Thank you!
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Separately and together, these little gems evoke a world of fear. Darkness, closed or cracked doors–whatever separates us from knowledge of something so near can do that!
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There is wounding and bleeding and pain in the darkness, that only an added pain of a slap and the idea of light that can allow the sunlight to emerge and bring about healing. Wonderful writing!
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