Contradistinction: Night's Paradox

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Night's Paradox

Moonlight gathers,

influencing

insecurities.

Tears seep through clenched eyelids.

Shadows lengthen,

stealing away

grasped straws.

Despair beckons as hurt bleeds.

Hours expand,

dragging minutes,

increasing fears.

While betrayal lances, worthlessness eats.

Darkness shrouds,

sipping, engulfing

rational perception.

Anger ignites past pressing shame.

Starlight filters,

twinkling, shimmering,

offering hope.

Sleep leaps to consume emotions.

1 comment:

Amy Wright November 9, 2010 at 8:38 AM
I don't know why you don't like this poem. It is very touching and perfectly captures some potent emotions. The only thing I have to say about it is that the leap to sleep from the rising and disturbing emotions is too fast. I feel like you create an entire atmosphere of contention and then give it anesthesia. Something needs to be placed before sleep worthlessness. Also, line 16 is a little confusing for me. Maybe I need to study it more.
I really like this, Trulee, and know that I have felt these same things so many nights. I believe most women have. This is a very appealing poem...except for the sleep because I think something has to happen before you can sleep after experiencing all these emotions. Maybe it's not that way...but if it isn't I would like one more stanza to make it feel more or less resolved. Let me know what you think about that.
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A little bit about me.

Welcome to Contradistinction!

My name is Trulee. I’m 5’ ½” (when you're this short every ½ inch counts) with blonde hair and blue eyes (underneath my green contacts).

My love of reading stems from a desire to experience different lives and worlds. Though we’re only given one life to live, I rejoice—for a limited time only—in living vicariously through the magic of literature.

I enjoy reading a wide variety of books, but I’ve learned not to waste my time finishing something that turns my hobby into a chore. As the lighter side of Contradistinction, I tend toward romance, fantasy, and inspirational novels. I figure there is enough bad in the real world; I don’t need to experience it through reading.

My love of words gives me the desire to create beautiful works that impact others. I long to explore the mystical side of our world, the part only understood through the use of our imagination. I believe every word holds meaning, which gives me a tendency toward poetic writing.

I’m excited to share this blog with a dear friend that, though we’re opposites in many ways, shares my passion for the written word. Her talented writing explores the inner conflicts of humanity. Her constant determination to rise when faced with adversity reminds me of the power women hold and allows me to find that strength within myself. She inspires me to be true to myself and my writing. For that, Amy, I thank you.

Amy's Intro

Welcome to our blog. I am Amy, 5'9, black hair and green eyes. I am a passionate reader but am quite selective with my books. I love books that expose the tragedy of life and believe that at life's core many of our most profound and explicit experiences are based upon our tragedies. Books packed with grief, contention and rawness affect me most and when I read books that are overly romantic or otherwise unbelievable, I cannot help but roll my eyes and attempt to immobilize my gag reflex. I believe that the best way to deal with life is through confrontation and though books ultimately take you away from life, they can provide you tools to cope with whatever comes your way. I often reflect on something I have read when I am faced with insecurity. When I write, I write from true life experiences mixed with a creative power that I do not quite understand. Trulee is one of my best friends and she reads for beauty, pleasure and fantasy. She is a gifted writer and undeniably opposite of me. She loves what is good in life and does not need to be reminded of what is dreadful.