The Darkness Between
by
Cindy Mitchell
(Age: 49)
copyright 04-26-2007
Age Rating: 16 to 127
I remember laughing
when told my father,
(quintessential stoic)
when young,
had feared the moths
beating against the light
and its' regular pulse.
Beating
out their short lives
with soft bodied,
dusty winged
determination
against the glass.
Beating,
through the Cape's
long darkness.
Night was darker
for that light.
Beating,
warning and greeting
to the human moths
fluttering on the
cold,blackness of water.
He whom
I would have denied
any fear whatsoever
began the slide from
godhead.
My world trembled.
Is this a necessary
devolution? Seeing our
gods becoming human.
Freed to weave our
unique meaning and myth-
metamorphosing do we
become the short-lived
gods of an unborn
tomorrow?
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I found this poem interesting, fascinating, revealing, with a wonderful insight into your childhood and thoughts.
I'd prefer to have no parenthesis which distracted me when I read your poem.
Also the comma between cold and blackness was unnecessary and distracting to me.Likewise the hyphen at the end of the sentence after the word myth.
I loved the word "devolution" and the phrase "slide from godhead" Is godhead a word you made up? How about devolution? Also the end question you asked is quite funny. We want to be fluid in our life choices and consider but not exclusively think about future generations and how our lives will inspire them.
Except for those few small bugs which I pointed out to you, I was thoroughly enthralled by your poem and will look back at it as the kind of writing I love and aspire to.
A beautifully crafted work. All the more so because it leaves everyone to interpret the metaphors for themselves.
I once was one of those moths on a dark stormy sea, looking for the light.
I fear the only Gods we have are those made by mankind, therefore they all have feet of clay.
For all of us one day the darkness will come.
Will there be a light on the other side?