Morning entered slowly for this sun blinded Bianca,
artfully dodging only slightly
as if to avoid being even momentarily decisionless,
before the same sad uncertainty of another day.
She hesitates, uncertain.
We see how bitter and defeated she seems,
ever only able to approach the abyss.
Cold hearted sworn duty not to jump or be shoved
yet uncertain if it could not be done some other way,
Bianca weeps.
Questions never properly addressed by her,
left to respond within wind and whipping rain,
answers swimming in thin mud of obscurity,
not particularly lost, yet by Bianca cannot be found
by anything but tempest.
Past noon and air decelerates till unclear,
shaved irony appears almost sorry but is never late.
Even the weakling relief evening offers
is better than merely lingering where you have never been
till night falls, somewhere outside of reason.
After the light is again flushed from the surfaces
darkness can be misleading, misleading can be cruel,
blue moon as ineffective placebo.
this day has had no inspiring crescendo.
instead just gives up and fades to black.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This actually has a happy ending, just haven't written it yet.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
My curiosity is killing me. Thankfully the puddy tat had nine lives! Fascinating and intriguing with an excellently haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
And thank you for reading. I'm not sure curiosity can be satisfied with this one, it's so old I'm not sure what happened with this lady. Old brain.
Love how this is set up as in the middle of something unknown. A mystery remains on both ends. Very nice.
I remember the who of this but not the resolution, this is a product of my twenties. Thanks though.
Well written, Dan. Strong character.
And thank you much for reading.
Excellent write
Thanks a bunch.
You're welcome
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