Into the raw dark
I cast my thoughts Happiness was just there Skittering briefly through neural pathways Like mercury without the poison I would grasp it and work it into the defiant fur Of my favorite cat Then in the back of my mind I bank the glowing embers of a warm contentment Knowing that even in the land of endless summer Storms will come And she will blink, my familiar Silver balls lit with moonlight drop once again into my hands We will leave this home office and dance to the tunes only we hear Spinning out the fear Into the raw dark This poem was chosen for publication in An Evening with Emily Dickenson by Wingless Dreamer in June of 2021. Here is an excerpt from the poem by Emily Dickinson that inspired it: "Long years apart - can make no Breach a second cannot fill -..."
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4/29/2022 01:41:02 pm
Awesome and very (to use your word) "insightful poem.!
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AuthorCatherine G. Tripp writes for grownups, for the curious, for those who appreciate wry humor. Her work has been published in Pilcrow and Dagger, Wingless Dreamer, Reedsy, and she has read her work for several Zoom shows in 2020, including the Mask Monologues, Coffee and Grief and Creative Caffeine. Her recent writings and blog posts have been insightful, fast-paced, evocative essays about current events, and thought-provoking memoirs about the tangled branches of her family tree. Archives
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