Between The Cracks
In the space between happy and sad,
The line between good and bad;
In the shadows cast by the setting sun,
The silence after a shot from a gun;
In the emptiness between a crowd,
A cocoon of grief bound;
In the light shadows of doubt, shroud:
Paths to new futures waiting to be found;
In the agonizing slowness of time,
In words with reason for rhyme;
In the madness of sanity,
We tried - losing to vanity;
In hate we found love,
In love we found hate;
In remembrance, we bow our heads low;
In defiance, we fight fate.
(Dedicated to Lil Mousie. Despite everything, you still end up giving me precious gifts. This time I thank you for giving me back my poetry . . .)
The line between good and bad;
In the shadows cast by the setting sun,
The silence after a shot from a gun;
In the emptiness between a crowd,
A cocoon of grief bound;
In the light shadows of doubt, shroud:
Paths to new futures waiting to be found;
In the agonizing slowness of time,
In words with reason for rhyme;
In the madness of sanity,
We tried - losing to vanity;
In hate we found love,
In love we found hate;
In remembrance, we bow our heads low;
In defiance, we fight fate.
(Dedicated to Lil Mousie. Despite everything, you still end up giving me precious gifts. This time I thank you for giving me back my poetry . . .)
7 comments:
Nice Poem Parish :) you are talking not abt the whites and blacks...you are talking abt where whites and blacks meets- the greys.. and a little dash of color added to that, a little ray of hope from that dusky dawn...
*speechless*
Between the cracks...a little glimmer of light always manage to peep through...cutting through the darkness that envelopes us often...maybe it's there to show that no matter how dark it gets...there would always be some ray that will remind us of how bright the sun is beyond the cracks...
welcome back.. i am so happy that yr writing again...PTL.
i'm glad you're back to something that you love...
keep at it... let it be a form of release for you!
hope all is well... and yes as always... it is fantastic... love the poem!
love you!
cracks are everywhere breaking monotony, comfort, illusions, assumptions, despair. they appear in joy and pain. so should we feel glad that we can see the cracks?
like the poem...it says all this.
hey who's lil mousie? :))
if you owe this to 'lil mousie' May God bless 'lil mousie'
very well crafted and with adequate dabs of positiveness! Happy to see that.
God Bless!
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