Dark Comfort.

Goldfinch60



The dark mornings are here,

I creep slowly down stairs

In the morning of night,

Artificial light ignored.

I sit here in the dark,

Only the light of this page

Showing me the way,

The way to words,

To read them,

And to write them.

The darkness surrounds me,

Comforts me like a friend.

The dawn slowly rises behind me

And once more I can see,

See beyond this page,

But I keep on being drawn back,

Back to this page,

Until the words stop.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2017 01:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: In these darkening mornings I do not put any lights on but sit in the dark reading and writing on my laptop. Music is always with me, as are your and my words.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 65
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  • orchidee

    A fine write G/F. I tried the same thing, but fell over the cat in the dark! heehee.

    • Goldfinch60

      The cat should have got out of the way!

      • Michael Edwards

        Could have done with a cat to lap up the spilt milk this morning - not that I like cats I hasten to add. Great write Andy

        • orchidee

          Aww, not liking cats? Probably due to me singing. You thought it was two cats fighting!

          • Michael Edwards

            Yes - fighting over a guinea pig - not you is it?

            • orchidee

              I'm half human, half guinea pig sometimes. Along the lines of 1066, pork pies, sherries, and all that stuff! lol

            • Christina8

              Beautiful perspective into your work, GF! Very nice! Thanks for sharing.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Christina. Most kind.

              • WL Schuett

                I like this look into your morning , good poem

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you WL, we each have special times which are our own times.

                • Louis Gibbs

                  "Until the words stop", I know this compulsion of which you speak, Goldie. Thanks for sharing your special time.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thank you Louis, much appreciated.

                  • malubotelho

                    Nice writing Gold. Is it cold yet?

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thank you Malu, it is not cold yet, mind you I do not feel the cold, I still wear short sleeved shirts in the winter.

                  • FredPeyer

                    Goldfinch, I love your poem, and I think I need to try this as well. Your whole attention focused on the screen, no distractions (unless of course, you decide to surf a little bit to get some inspiration! 🙂 ).

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you Fred, the dark mornings can be inspiration enough on many occasions.

                    • dusk arising

                      You do realise you're absent mindedly eating biscuits while its still dark don't you. Which reminds me of a poem i read someplace...

                      I've complimented you before about your amazing ability to create a great poem out of a moment all would overlook bar you. You've a keen mind for the everyday unusual/overlooked in the world around you. Pleasure to read, raises a smile.

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Never let it be said that I would eat a biscuit before eight o' clock in the morning!

                        Thank you so much DA, it must be something about my strange mind, or maybe the many types of jazz I listen to.



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