~my own light

When you walked into the room all the colors seemed brighter. Being with you it seemed here was nothing I could not do. Youwere a conduit allowing me access to that place inside me where Itouched my own light.  The light was always my own, but you were a switch, that turned me on. 

Grasping at grays, I feel your absence but do not speak of it.  Never give words to what you do not want more of. I needed less of you to find my own glow. Even your name weakens me, taking me to that place where you were everything, to me, nothing at all, to you. It was all not a thing. Images and shades we lit, that dimmed in our own shadows.

 

Words have so much power, perhaps that is why they call it spelling.  Casting spells, as what we speak we create. I created you in my image ....of you. Then I cut you free, knowing you would never return to me. Now I seek silence, no chatting of daily events, leaving details in shaded penumbra. You always cast a perfect shadow

 

Leave me in total ignorance, as it is so much simpler than sifting through the sawdust you fed me. I will reach for moon and sunsets, and the sweetness of berries in summer. I kiss your memory and shoot an arrow into forever, that piece of my heart you carved out strung to it, along with the dream that died.  We think we cannot go on but we manage to, and we find new dreams as the sun rises filling the sky with alizarin crimson hues   Somewhere in my heart you are alive, but I never open that door. Some things are best left unspoken.

 

 (c) Katherine Wyatt 2016   All rights reserved

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

First let me state that you are a brilliant poet and writer- I've read many of your pieces years ago and now and they all are quite magical. You have a distinctive and original voice.

Now this piece seems in the developmental stage or a little rushed. There are a few typos and grammatical errors that leaves the piece in a erratic state. This piece once fixed up has bones. Your imagery is powerful. This will be an outstanding piece after a good proofread and a bit of tip and tuck....


my warmest
bob