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.
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This was originally posted in September 2014.
O at the Edges 
As always, profoundly deep.The image through the window is very eye catching 🙂
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That reflected image in the window certainly caught my eye!
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Smart, concise. Well said!
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Thank you!
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Normally, day wouldn’t break, but the dawn has already cracked.
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Aha!
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There is so much power and message in the straightforward succinctness of this.
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Simplicity is often the key!
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Is it a matter of choosing weeds over lies and flowers over truth? Was there ever a choice?
Love the picture of the lanterns. They look elegant, fitting for the words praising the darkness. Loved this.
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There are always choices… 🙂
And thank you very much.
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I love the word play.
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I am, as ever, a word nerd. Thank you!
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As am I. 🙂
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Good company!
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Fairness applies itself unevenly… and those choices, now they’ve got me thinking.
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Sometimes we have no choices. Sometimes we do.
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Ah, the inequities of language — pointed out in so lovely a fashion! 🙂
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Words and language are infinitely interesting!
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The burning points of light, the burning window, the poem nestled between. CA going up (or going down) in flames.
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Drought is always a concern here, too.
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Loved this, Robert! I was pulled from one line to the next, stumbling forward in search of what lay around the corner right from the start. It was masterful the way your words here cracked me open right from the gate…
Peace
Michael
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Thanks, Michael. I hope the cracking wasn’t too painful. 🙂
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” . . . but fairness
applies itself unevenly. Who
chooses weeds over
lies, flowers over truth?”
Brilliant!
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Thank you, Tina.
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“Fairness applies itself unevenly”. Rich in paradox, rich in its exploration of logic/language. Beautiful poem.
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Thanks, Craig. Much appreciated.
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And still the drought? Images and words flow together on a sickening planet?
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Classic piece!!🙏
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Thanks very much!
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No worries
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