how swift the sky
how soon the moon
the bright days lie
only the dark holds truth
crickets sing
the sadness
of corners
and the windows
gape wide
the madness
of an empty house
what use drapes
I stand bare
beneath the stares
of stars
nothing there
I can call ours
so strike the strings
and beat our doom
against the echoes
of closing walls
fingers can’t cling
what arms can’t reach
how swift the sky
how soon the moon
the bright days die
only the dark holds you

© Sarah Whiteley

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6 thoughts on “

  1. I read this about 30 minutes ago. It affected me deeply, as many of your poems do. Your poems deal easily, if I may say that, with darkness. It is a subject that I am also quite familiar with, and write about.

    And it inspired me to write a haiku (I guess it doesn’t take much) http://www.thereflectedmoon.com/2010/05/glittering-void.html

    the bright days lie
    only the dark holds truth

    the bright days die
    only the dark holds you

    I noticed what you did here, and it’s very powerful and effective, IMHO.

    No procrastinating tag on this one!

    1. Not procrastinating this time, but pounding away at my stubborn head trying to mash together mud pies into something resembling cake. Frustrating at times as I don’t usually work like this. Having a definite goal and deadline is a very different feeling to write under…

  2. “I stand bare
    beneath the stares
    of stars
    nothing there
    I can call ours”

    always so earnest, yearning so deep, love and pain present in every syllable. and how sad it is that they so often go side by side. sad, but also magnificent.
    loved it (:

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