Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 19, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

12-19-05 monday 10:42pm

just a porchlight away from darkness. one slat in the blinds between now and then. as the world rumbles on like a train without any tracks left.

am i not now. haven't i always. been staring out that window only to see darkness looking back at me. nothing else out there. nothing else within.

all of life filtered through the gauzey lens that is loneliness. all the wrinkles disappear in those tattered sheets. every memory a stairway unending. promising towers that are not there.

toes at the water's edge in winter's cold despair. somewhere there is warmth in this frozen picture. or else there once was and i cannot forget. how dubiously the ocean beckons wandering hearts. how well it listens to every thought. taking each away with it as it relentlessly departs.

only to return again, bringing each one back to us and some we'd not expected.

there are only so many hours and then they must begin anew. and these hours that we have are in our charge. it is up to us what they will do.

there is nowhere darker than now is. as it abides our every instance. carefully collecting each moment of our lives. as we gamble or horde. as we neglect and spoil. all those hours that you keep. are they yours?