The Creation

Light
was flowing,
then
the darkness
came,
Love
was growing,
then
the darkness
came,
and the darkness
moved upon the face
of the
deep.

The Rivers
stilled,
grow stagnant,
littered with the pollution
of our lies,
and the darkness
reigns.

Light
begins to waiver,
then
filter
through the gloom.
Flowers
sprout from the carnage
we
left behind.

The breeze stirs the face
of the deep.

 

– written by Pamela Lindley Daw – summer of 1985

Remembrance

Red was the colour of my lover’s hair in the dark sunlight,

dark sunlight of mourning,

the sunlight after the doom,

dark sunlight.

Darkness, smothering, enveloping,

taking life’s breath away from us.

We lie in the dark,

far away from any strain of the light.

Music never rings in our ears,

we lie here,

dead in our fear.

Hello world!

Well here I am, inspired by a new friend (a radical vibrant poet woman), at my space for poetry.  Here I will attempt to rekindle the fires of prose, rhyme and inspiration that have been banked for so long.  Once, long ago, I was compared to Atwood and Avison… here is where I can write and share to determine if I still have “it”, the juice to put rythm, rhyme and prose to paper and share the music, muse and inspiration.

Wish me luck!  🙂