I love darkness
the inky blackness
that cloaks
and holds
in its mysterious folds
what I wish to conceal
and never reveal.
I love darkness
its color black
which with open arms takes in
and clasps
deep within its heart
all colors beautiful
and never lets go.
I love darkness
the black nights
when naked feelings remain secrets
though without masks
never disclosed
nor exposed
and hidden from even open eyes.
I love darkness
the dark nights
when tears of joy or sorrow
passion or pain
have the same wetness
the taste of salt
and can never be told apart…
-Shail Mohan (Oct 2007)
“when tears of joy or sorrow
passion or pain
have the same wetness
the taste of salt
and can never be told apart…”
The best part!!! Loved this
Thanks a bunch for sharing this.
Yeah, you and I both love the same things Bubbly.
Giving “darkness” a positive spin lit up my understanding of it. Youshare with your public the private value of darkness. Intense feelings, do after all, belong in darkness. Tanks for great poem.
How did you learn to creat these great poetical insights? What is the first bit of advice that you would give someone who wants to try to do such things?
Or would you?
thanks, not “tanks”
Bob, thank you. Hmmm… advice?? Just look into your heart. Can’t give you any advice other than that.