~Light Works

I'm kindred to the dark side

where nightmares are life

it's the light shining in that frightens me 

like feeling the car move when it's really still

not sure if it's me that's crazy or the world outside

i can fall backwards with my eyes closed

it's that forward roll that's a challenge

used to dancing two steps forward

three steps back and still able to tango on

when the shadows overcast the broken pieces

and the road less traveled no longer beckons

I walk amongst the darkly safe passages

clinging to the hope that one day,

 I won't be blindsided to what is                              

illuminating afore me in disguise

i might surrender to the burnished side   

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jack...]

Darkness breeds the fear, light brings it into focus. There seems to be no safe haven to run to, even three steps back provides no relief to these painful memories. Somewhere, we can only hpe waits the gray area, where peace might be found. Amazingly dark, even in all the brightness Frieda. Your talents are unending.

[Frieda P]

You always humble me with your kind words Jack, jazzed you enjoyed my dark side...too bad you can't listen to Led Zeppelin.

[Jack...]

What song is it?

[Frieda P]

In the Light, vinyl no less....

[Jack...]

Then I can hear it...in my mind.

[Frieda P]

Are you getting the scratchy vinyl sound coming through too? ;-)

[Jack...]

Everything that flows through this old mind is scratchy...so, yes.

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, you're not old Jack, I prefer vintage ;-)

[Jack...]

Ha, I had someone respond to my "Your Ways" poem asking...Who's Peter Frampton?

[Frieda P]

Ha, seriously? Sheesh..............................

[Frieda P]

C'mon even the kids at my school know his music, and they're all under six!

[Deuces]

A true tale of isolation and the solace we find in it. Your writing has and always resonates with my spirit. A pleasure as usual.

[Night]

There is no Good or Evil, only Light and Dark. Sometimes, light can be just as (if not more) frightening than darkness....Great Write!

[WithLoveandLoss.]

"I'm kindred to the dark side
where nightmares are life
it's the light shining in that frightens me."

How I can understand as if we were one in thought, through we are unbeknownst to one another! I have such a connection to your words. Thank you for penning...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we all succumb to the shadows of life ...at times we go to the dark side...then we write ourselves out of it...and enjoy the light for however long it lasts.

[kublakhan27]

You have made my day for reasons only you know, my friend :) But I'll stick to the poem here...is this reflective of the angsty stuff you said you were holding on to? ;P I'm not sure if you've noticed this yourself, but journeys are one of your quintessential themes...most everything you write revolves around a journey...to that point, I consider dancing a journey as well (I promise I won't say journey anymore haha) I said there was angst in this piece, but the ending hints at salvation or the hope of it, which made me content for whatever reason...I guess that's where the music comes in ;)

There is a crack in everything; that's how the light gets in - Cohen

Everybody needs some light - Plant

[Angi]

I understand this so well, frieda. Why in the hell do we keep to the shadows where the scary s**t lurks?? Crazy, that's why. We must be bat s**t crazy. Angi~

[Lydia Shutter]

Between the dark side and the bright and cheery side is a place where most of us reside. We can not escape memories and sometimes there is a comfort in holding onto them....no matter how dark they might be. We are all multi-faceted beings and accepting the dark and the light sides within us brings inner peace. I liked the images in this one, Frieda. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

"I'm kindred to the dark side
where nightmares are life"
When I was young. Dark side held more temptation than the good road. I like the desire and the purpose for the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts John, I don't know if it's temptation, it just is...

[lee von cleef]

Surrender, you
quiet I stepped away
In the word I ccan't spell
"Library"
Then you,
You were quiet on the screen ,
on the western font,
Just as I asked for paper , (a nickle a sheet )
You,
A noise that grew like bagpipes over the hill and down the glen
Turned all our heads !
Freida P., Again and SOON !

[Frieda P]

Bagpipes, that's a new one for me lee....always an original review from you my sweet friend....Grazie mille!

[lee von cleef]

Vente mille 20 miles north the green hills

[Frieda P]

Are you asking me out on a date hon? ;-)

[lee von cleef]

Ventimiglia is a popular summer destination for tourists on the French Riviera. Particularly popular all year with visitors from France is the Friday street market, along the seafront of the new town, which causes major traffic congestion. There is a weekly market in Ventimiglia every Friday. This would be.

[Frieda P]

I know, was just joking with you, but I'm ready for the French Riviera anytime you are...

[lee von cleef]

I play the lotto, we will see.

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a plan...............

[Michael G. Smith]

I like the idea of aligning this poem on the opposite side, it adds to the meaning. this really hits home for me. before I really received a testimony of Christ I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop as if I was so used to the bad situations it made me afraid of the light as you state here. what do you think about the word amid in place amongst which as an old modern English words seem out of context?

[Frieda P]

No offense Mike, but you're preaching to the wrong person here, I was brought up a good old Catholic girl, went to Catholic school, blahblahblah, once my sister committed suicide all that poppycock went right out the window....

[Michael G. Smith]

I was brought up Catholic also; St. Mary's. I found the real truth latter in the middle of heathenism when I heard the plan of Salvation and that the true gospel of Jesus Christ had been restored with prophets and apostles. When the holy ghost speaks to ones heart it cannot be denied. Those who commit suicide as my mother did do not go to hell. Why would a loving god punish a troubled soul with the idea of eternal damnation?

[Frieda P]

That's what the church says, which hardly has anything to do with god these days, they're the biggest corporation out there..that's a whole other story.