Linda Alice Fowler Poet Terza Rima

I See Them

I see them in the dank and dark
advancing in the midnight’s glare,
slithering back from daylight’s spark.

I lie awake in dark and stare
at visions, long past memories,
taunting me with reality’s flare.

I see world-worn, torn tapestries
in monotone colors so drab
like cheap mottled accessories.

So sharp my past, a bleeding scab,
erased by morning’s vicious jab.

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Harry Horsman October 29, 2022 at 11:26 PM Life can be so hurtful, Linda, The poetry here, gives a view of that life. Excellent poem...Harry Linda Alice Fowler October 30, 2022 at 6:17 AM Hello Harry. Thank you for your kind visit - always appreciated. I love your words of encouragement. :)

Ann Peck October 29, 2022 at 11:24 AM Linda, I love your tersa rima. I'm beginning to wonder if any of us had a very happy childhood. You have bared your soul in your refrain. Best of luck in contest. Linda Alice Fowler October 29, 2022 at 2:00 PM Many thanks Ann. Thankfully, this is a work of fiction. I had a fabulous brother and wonderful parents, as well as extended family :)

Vijay Pandit October 29, 2022 at 5:41 AM Excellent tone and flow, Linda, in superb vocabulary. I feel the emotions conveyed throughout. Linda Alice Fowler October 29, 2022 at 7:04 AM Thank you Vijay. I treasure your visits and comments. :)

Elizabeth Mccann October 28, 2022 at 9:31 PM Beautifully wrought. And ouch! Elizabeth Linda Alice Fowler October 29, 2022 at 7:03 AM Hello Elizabeth. Nice to have you visit. Thanks for the comments. :)

Mystic Rose Rose October 28, 2022 at 6:10 PM sometimes memories can be a rude awakening of past and present, I read the intensity of the emotion very well here, thanks for sharing it all openly :) Linda Alice Fowler October 29, 2022 at 7:02 AM There are so many beautiful memories. They overshadow any that might be less than kind. Thanks for visiting dear friend Vie. :)

Heidi Sands October 28, 2022 at 4:58 PM Very vivid. I can feel it with your descriptive writing. Well done Linda :) Linda Alice Fowler October 29, 2022 at 7:00 AM Heidi, thanks for the visit and time to comment. I appreciate you. :)

Victor Buhagiar October 28, 2022 at 1:09 PM Halloween can bring scary visions at this time of the year. You did very well. Linda Alice Fowler October 28, 2022 at 2:08 PM Thank you sweet Victor. big hugs, Linda

I Am Anaya October 28, 2022 at 12:41 PM Memories can be harsh tyrants needing to be tamed. The last couplet ..."Mornings vicious jab"...the mood lingers and so it seems morning and night both feed it's despair. Macabre and disturbing, for a great Terza Rima Linda Alice! Linda Alice Fowler October 28, 2022 at 2:07 PM Many thanks my friend. BTW, I couldn't comment on your "Gravity Hill" on your page, so I'm including it in this reply :) A great scary thrill ride my wise friend. Thanks for the fun journey! all best in the contest! laf

Speaks Volumes October 28, 2022 at 12:38 PM Wonderfully descriptive Linda, thank goodness morning always rolls around. Your talent shines through. Linda Alice Fowler October 28, 2022 at 2:08 PM Thanks for visiting today my friend Wendy. I appreciate your comments. :) Hope you're having a good day! Linda