Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Dark Moon (reposted from 08/2012)



Dark Moon
By
Lisa A.Williams



Beneath the Dark Moon
holding power,
my father’s steel cold fear
 hung heavy
 between us,
 as he lay dying -

     
in the
heat swelled 66 New Moon,
one day from independence,
sweating out life’s poisons
in a shaded room
seeking forgiveness
for old “sins” still haunting
his opiate dreams.

Trying to let go
fighting to stay,
 lost –
Wishing on a salvation
he never believed in-

and detachment sat
 nearby
never shedding a tear.

22 comments:

  1. What a strong poem this is, Lisa. I could really feel the atmosphere in this poem. Dying...waiting for the cure...I feel this in my gut. And at that moment, don't we all hope that we have forgiveness, and perhaps (if we don't already) find some kind of faith.

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    1. Thank you very much, Mary. Losing my father was a terribly difficult experience and this was a hard poem to write. I agree that when that time comes, we hope that we are forgiven and find some kind of faith even if we didn't have it before.

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  2. Sweating out life's poisons... what a strong phrase whose truth seeps through this powerful piece.

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    1. Thank you, Kim, always look forward to your comments.

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  3. sweating out life’s poisons
    in a shaded room
    seeking forgiveness

    This is great writing, very emotional and moving. Well done

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  4. Yes, detachment in his difficult but necessary, especially when someone is coming off of mind-altering chemicals.

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  5. Goodness...your strong words reverberate throughout every line and make this such a powerful piece, Lisa.

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  6. I grabbed onto the life float of detachment you threw out here under the new moon.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by Libby, always appreciate your comments.

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  7. What a scene you paint here, and then slam! that ending--very powerful piece. Sad, but lovely.

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  8. I think this may have been the first piece of yours I read (all those months ago)...and the reason I instantly loved your work.

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  9. It has been awhile. I remember the first time I read your poetry, needless to say I was instantly a fan. Your comments always are appreciated and are a great source of inspiration to keep writing.

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  11. This is a harrowing, honest portrait of a man kicking it. My mom went cold turkey from 40 years of alcohol at age 60. The idea of detachment not far away (lest one should say, "This is no fun, let's get back to work!") is right on the money.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting... really appreciated your words. Peace, Amy
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  12. Exquisite /brilliant and personally resonant / lush language for the most brutal of life's experiences - a wonderful tribute / again brilliant writing

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  13. Such an honest, painful piece. I know it was heartbreaking to watch thus the detachment. Brilliant, powerful piece!

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