Classic poem of the day
Waving slowly before me, pushed into the dark,
Unseen my hands explore the silence, drawing the bark
Of my body slowly behind
Nothing to meet my fingers but the fleece of night
Invisible blinding my face and my eyes! What if in their flight
My hands should touch the door!
What if I suddenly stumble, and push the door
Open, and a great grey dawn swirls over my feet, before
I can draw back!
What if unwitting I set the door ......
Member poem of the day
I sink into the turbulent seas of my unconscious,
Current threatening to pull me into the unknown.
I flail, frantically seeking something, anything, to shield me from myself.
The darkness presses down on me, cold and judging.
And then I see a flame.
A small, flickering ember that cuts through the darkness like a hot knife through butter.
I reach out, desperate, and the flame reaches back,
Extending its frail tendrils towards me in a soothing gesture.