Darkness spreading
Like the roots of a cancerous disease
Eating up life and sucking blood
Life giving up
Bright windows with sharp sun rays
Particles of dust like atoms
Dark ominous clouds and storms
To wipe away the sunlight
Getting invisible
No more
The sun piercing through the creek in the window
No more
The sun’s luminosity and the seven colors
The rainbow after a heavy rainfall
And the suspended particles in unison with moisture
The mist
The green of the trees or red of the sun
Silver of the mornings
The evenings
The meaning of day
No more
Night coming after night
The vampires abode
Colors faded but went stronger in the closets
Of mind
Like shining diamonds and rubies in abundance
In dungeons
The color of moon
Gone cold
With stars pinching
The faces now made
By the sketch of imagination
Hands growing with fingers
Like tendrils
Feeling contours
Avoiding edges
Flowing streams
Or singing birds
The music sweeter
The flowers and butterflies
O happy providence
Bring in
A ray of hope
the 'darkness' one may feel in life has been very well poetically pictured here...when there isn't a ray of hope in life, when life gets cold and pinches out one is forced to live guessing about life...a good poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem very much. The idea of the darkness fading itself through imagination bringing light back is very interesting and very well built into the poem itself. Darkness is described in words which makes the reader -at least me- dive into it, and the faint transition between darkness and bright life is as subtle as it is in life. And yet this is this faint transition which makes us feel hope and brightness... A wonderful write here! '10' :)