Dust and Dark CoalA Poem by NicholeHemstockSo as though to speak
through poetry And to laugh in waves of
words A poet wrights through
sorrows And makes beauty from the
dirt
Exhaling darkness in
paragraphs And lines of saddened rhyme So a dream of evil spirits Becomes a masterpiece in
time
Tears of verbs and syllables Slide tenderly down cheek For the ones who write their
sorrows Are mistaken, at times,for
weak
Through time spins
endless pages And whims with faceless
faces And lines and lines of
poetry Through vast placeless
places
With each letter, emotion Each dot of ink,a feeling Every single ounce of
courage Goes into making meaning
Between the lines of
scratchy ink And spaces that lie slight
and unseen Are fears and terrors that
lie in dreams And darkness and demons with
vile schemes Where faith and hope let out
sac screams And marks of wonder are
rarely seen The colors swirl with
halfway means Where smiles and light
become diseased And the only moments that
are seized Are the few quiet seconds
before tears are unleashed. © 2014 NicholeHemstockAuthor's Note
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