The Other Side of Poetry

THE OTHER SIDE OF POETRY I DARKNESS I sit on the alcove Gazing at the window panes All I see is darkness. I cry, I laugh, but all I see is blood and emptiness. I dance, yet my legs are immovable, The pains of yesterday still fresh. My voice crooked, I try to sing a new song But all I hear emanating from my voice Is the song of misery? I have tried to find the other side of life I have traversed the entire length and breadth of this earth Seeking for a world that lies beyond poetry, Poetry and its sometimes meaningless verses Yet my words on paper cannot profess the pent up Feelings in my heart Ready for a meaningless explosion. II LIGHT The lights turn from red to green And from the blues she walks up to me In a flowing white gown She sweeps my caked face with her warm soothing hands Gives me warm smooth kiss and a long embrace My joy knows no bounds Now I know the other side of poetry and that is LOVE.