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.
“In Praise of Darkness” last appeared here in March, 2016, and is included in my chapbook If Your Matter Could Reform.
O at the Edges 
I am a HUGE fan of your “night/shadow” poems. They always feel like rain on white flowers in the darkness… like whatever may go on in the background in film noir…
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Thanks, Daniel. I like the connection to film noir, and my affinity with backgrounds, or at least how I feel comfortable existing in the background.
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I think you would have made a cool supporting character in Double Indemnity or Sunset Boulevard: trying to talk Fred MacMurray out of his deal, or talk some sense into Gloria Swanson…
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Those certainly would have been different films!
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love the darkness
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I do too!
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Title fits today’s New Moon darkness … though the poem leads to other sorts of darkness. Still, taking moon as model: darkness precedes growing light, then declining light, and in the continual transitions of degree of light we gradually learn to discern more than meets the eye during any extended drought.
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I am looking forward to more light…
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And sometimes we fall in love (or break up…what a peculiar phrase) (k)
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Our language is full of those peculiar phrases!
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