In Praise of Darkness
Night falls, but day
breaks. A raw deal,
no doubt, but fairness
applies itself unevenly. Who
chooses weeds over
lies, flowers over truth?
Last night’s rain fell, too,
but didn’t crack the drought.
Again, we think injustice!
Again, we consider falls.
Love this. Without the darkness, we could not recognize the light.
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Yes. Balance!
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Life is truly a dappled journey. Thank you for this lovely poem.
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Dappled, indeed! And what a lovely word.
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Bob, I feel reasonably certain you’re familiar with Hopkins, but, if not, do check out Gerard Manley Hopkins’ sonnet “The Windhover,” with its “dapple, dawn-drawn Falcon” and his revolutionary use of sprung rhythm, inscape, and wordplay. (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/guide/182786#poem). Seems to me you are quite masterful with inscape yourself! In this poem, “crack[ing] the drought” is just about perfect, and I can’t even fully say why. I suppose it’s almost synesthetic as I’m seeing the sound of it and vice versa.
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I never would have connected Hopkins to this poem, but certainly enjoy that you have!
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Is this some kind of magic trick?! Do it again…I wanna see how you do it! (My way of saying I love the subtle wordplay. Very nice!)
Ron
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Just close your eyes, Ron (and hang onto your wallet)!
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Good advice from a great poet and potentially a very fine pickpocket as well. 🙂
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The poetry flows marginally better than the pocket-picking, but may be a tad safer. Maybe not.
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well said, pi314chron!
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Good questions! I’d take a true weed over a lie any day. Forgive me if my reading is too literalist… I live in the countryside, surrounded by wonderful plants that many might name weeds. Discussion of metaphors aside, this poem caused me to do several doubletakes, and I appreciate that.
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I suppose it might depend upon the lie or the weed. But you’re right – there are many lovely, useful weeds!
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Many plants so commonly defined are very good to eat and of course they feed birds and animals too… : ) Still, I understand that the word weed is also a figure of speech. Looking forward to reading more—I always enjoy your poems.
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You’ll get no argument from me! Herbs are just weeds in a different setting, and life would be bland without them. 🙂
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So true. Thanks for the dialogue Robert.
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Your comments mean a lot to me, Sibylle.
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Robert, thanks, you’ve really touched my heart with that one…
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What a profound thought and what a magnificent poem.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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WOW-GOOD
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Thank you.
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This is potently perceptive and beautiful. “fairness applies itself unevenly”- This is the hard truth of life. I love the way you have justified a lovely poem talking about unfairness.
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Thank you. Unfairness abounds.
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My Pleasure! 🙂
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I really enjoyed this!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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Reblogged this on 21 Shades of Blue and commented:
I like this Robert. It reminded me of these words by two other great poets:
“Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.”
— William Butler Yeats, “The Coming of Wisdom With Time”
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“If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.”
— King David of Israel, excerpt of Psalm 139 “Search Me, O God, and Know My Heart”
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It also reminded me of this tanka I wrote on the 6th of this May.
I suppose a rose,
just like a soul, will not grow
where rainclouds won’t flow
I’ve grown in the desert, so
is my soul a Cactus Rose?
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Thanks for reblogging. Nice tanka!
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You’re welcome, and thanks!
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so much to contemplate on here. thank you.
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I’m pleased you feel that way.
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Wow.
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Thanks!
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Day breaks
Like the cosmic egg
Again
Too much, I say,
Laughing
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I’ll take scrambled!
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Thank you, Robert, for your work. What a great pleasure it is to come to this page and taste these sweet poems!
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I appreciate your visits and comments, Bob!
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Awesome!
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Thank you, E.D.
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A gem.
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Thanks, Michael.
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I really enjoyed this post. Darkness is my favorite time. There is a special magic in the night. Hugs, Barbara
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Darkness is wonderful, isn’t it?
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yes it is and our souls stretch out in the darkness. They reach for our dreams and grab a hold. Hugs, Barbara
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I shall remember “Who choses weeds over lies, flowers over truth” to great to start worrying about what it means… I just know!
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You’re very generous. Thank you.
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I like your poems; very perceptive and connected. Good food for thought!
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Thank you. I hope you’ll continue nibbling.
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Words or weeds, we can’t help but fill them with our own meanings, our own value judgements. Where I put each on the scales seems to determine the balance of the day, and in turn, the meaning and value I assign the days determines *my* balance. I love how you said it.
Kathryn
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If words had but one meaning, there would be no need for poetry. Or perhaps there would be a greater need. Hmm.
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Cleverly written, I enjoyed reading this. And I don’t think it will ever rain enough
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I can’t imagine enough rain!
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Reblogged this on Vox Populi and commented:
Robert Okaji
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Thank you for reblogging!
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lovely work
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Thank you!
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Imagery is great.
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Thanks. They’re from morguefile.com
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I fell in love once, weeds bloomed,
the night shone, and the rain kept
coming down. No complaints.
Thanks for your intriguing little poem!
-Chris
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Thanks for reading it, Chris.
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Loved to read your poem.
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Thank you very much.
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