Because we missed the light, at the far end of the tunnel, it’s all over now, which is better I suppose, then being buried under, though it would have been well worthwhile had we somehow struggled through, never mind the darkness, or our fears, our tell-tale hearts would have found us except we forgot how to recognize each other in the dark.
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Reviews of "Over, Under and Through"
Reviewed by Ulysses Hero (Reader)
Reviewed on December 13, 2004
Well done Ann. This is top notch!
I would shuffle the line breaks a little, but what do I know. Excellent poem.
this poem resonates, a torch in the dark field of fear. William Stafford has a good poem about travelling through the dark.
There's an irish writer whose book is called 'reading in the dark,,
set in the context of the north of ireland's 'troubles'.
I like fred astaire's 'dancing in the dark' most of all.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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I would shuffle the line breaks a little, but what do I know. Excellent poem.
Yours
Ulysses Hero
BAM! what a powerful whallop this small write gives--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
There's an irish writer whose book is called 'reading in the dark,,
set in the context of the north of ireland's 'troubles'.
I like fred astaire's 'dancing in the dark' most of all.
kenny