Contraire
by Michael R. Burch
Where there was nothing
but emptiness
and hollow chaos and despair,
I sought Her...
finding only the darkness
and mournful silence
of the wind entangling her hair.
Yet her name was like prayer.
Now she is the vast
starry tinctures of emptiness
flickering everywhere
within me and about me.
Yes, she is the darkness,
and she is the silence
of twilight and the night air.
Yes, she is the chaos
and she is the madness
and they call her Contraire.
Keywords/Tags: contrast, emptiness, chaos, despair, darkness, night, silence, twilight, madness, contrary, contrariness
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Yes, she is the chaos and she is the madness and they call her Contraire.....your closing verse sums up your complete poem.