A poem by Susan Glickman One Hand Clapping Some questions have no answers. These are the ones we must ask. How finds the way. Why builds the road. One travels light in darkness; Two, both lighter and darker. We are what the light makes when it stops moving.
Coldest, shortest day
bright log fire conquers darkness
festive sun rebirths
Dark morning
single star wavering
alone in sky
no sunrise promise on horizon
Dark buildings
stand impassive
skeleton towers
waiting to come to life
Dark absorbs thoughts
hides goals
hides dreams
Self walks away
layers peel off
another
then another
onion skin transparencies
Strong urge to chase after them
bring back these diaphanous apparitions
but curiosity wins
need to know meaning of layers
these beautifully fragile layers
Sky remains dark
single star blinks
layers have gone
mystery remains
Inside dark building
shower stings
water beads pelt
raw form
no promise of sunrise
on horizon
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you think your actions are hidden
they are not
you think you are stealthy
your steps reverberate across the plain
eyes see what you believe is unseen
dark shines bright
shadows illuminate
echoes of actions
return to haunt
forgotten splintered emotions
surface
pierce tranquility
draw fresh wounds
tears
briny solution
wash away
remorse
droplets of forgiveness
hint at hope
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jealousy ugly
envy bird whose fancy dance
leaves dark haunting thoughts
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