inspiration, poetry
I don't know what all I'll put here, or how often, but I thought I'd start with this: I belong to
Faith Hunter's (faithhunter) Enclave group. Although it's not the primary focus of the group (which is Faith's wonderful books Bloodring and Seraphs, books you should read if you like dark fantasy) a number of members of the group write poetry. They've inspired me to try my hand at a little.
Black hole
When the black hole swallows the light;
When the edge of the deep pit slips
and falls down into the nothingness,
everything is taken.
Mind, body, and soul are crushed,
flattened,
Joy stolen, as by a thief
in the night
who takes not to have, but to deny
Leaving only
The never-ending black night.
Energy disappears,
(but not the fears).
No light can penetrate.
But wait!
A ledge remains to catch onto,
And another white star is promised,
even if it can not yet be glimpsed.
© 2007
Faith Hunter's (faithhunter) Enclave group. Although it's not the primary focus of the group (which is Faith's wonderful books Bloodring and Seraphs, books you should read if you like dark fantasy) a number of members of the group write poetry. They've inspired me to try my hand at a little.
Black hole
When the black hole swallows the light;
When the edge of the deep pit slips
and falls down into the nothingness,
everything is taken.
Mind, body, and soul are crushed,
flattened,
Joy stolen, as by a thief
in the night
who takes not to have, but to deny
Leaving only
The never-ending black night.
Energy disappears,
(but not the fears).
No light can penetrate.
But wait!
A ledge remains to catch onto,
And another white star is promised,
even if it can not yet be glimpsed.
© 2007