Darkness Is Beauty

Darkness is beauty in what I see
Of old stale ropes and falling leaves
Symbolic of every reason to find worth
As these pieces of trees sway to Earth
Contemplating settle, they hit the ground
They find their place without much sound
Ropes hold memories of times and trials
As far as the eye can see for miles
They hang decayed but never broken
Ones darkened by fire are a token
Of times once pure, happy and green
Now fill a land of haunting trees
Standing in wait for new revelation
They extend their arms for new hydration
Reaching for glimmering streams in the sun
They crave the waters to which they run
How long must they suffer in their sadness
To fill the void in others of madness?
Providing shade for visions and thoughts
Their reward----Drips in little black pots
Scattered in scraps they only know exist
Refreshed with hope by mornings dew kiss
They dream of storms to carry them away
Or is better that they stay?

Racquel Cruz, Founder
Artist's Square
www.artists-square.com
~A Place Where Artists Go~

Comments

  1. Good stuff and beautifully written!
    Great picture too.
    Nice.

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  2. This is beautiful. The imagery is good, the rythm great and danceable (with the head moving forward and back) and the ryme is sweet. You might have guessed it, I havennt gotten much in terms of content - was just enjoying the flow first! You see, like this: "Contemplating settle, they hit the ground
    They find their place without much sound"!

    A second reading might help!

    PS: You can check out my poetry and that of others here: Our words, Our Voices.

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  3. "How long must they suffer in their sadness
    To fill the void in others of madness?"
    very beautiful!
    so sweet!
    goody-goody!

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