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The Death of Light

Once again befalls the night, The birth of dark; the death of light. The shroud that veils the light of day, Of silk and lace does lightly lay. And so the mourners straggle on Each waiting for a coming dawn; Yet this is not a common night-- T is the birth of dark... And the death of light! ~M

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/7/2014 6:34:00 PM

If you just add a little ' before 'Tis it will take care of those wondering who T is. I quite like it that you used that word. I use it often when called for. I love this poem. It can't always be light. Metaphorically speaking, anyone going into a period of loss or mourning will so easily relate to this poem. Even if they are simply feeling depression holding them down.. A brilliant write my friend, one that is moving straight into my fav's! #7

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/7/2014 11:27:00 PM

Thank you Connie. I don't have many poems on people's fav lists--that I know of--so I thank you for that. I'm honored. Peace and happiness to you. Oh, and fly me out to Hawaii one of these days. If I could go anywhere, it would be there :)

Abdulhafeez Oyewole

Date: 6/4/2014 11:19:00 AM

Awesome quill!!

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/4/2014 11:53:00 PM

Thank you very much, my friend. I appreciate the visit and kind words of support. Peace and smiles...Mel

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/4/2014 7:42:00 AM

I don't know why but this brings to mind Zombies. I like the premise of this piece but almost feel it is to brief considering you are describing an endless darkness.

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/4/2014 11:55:00 PM

Funny, I thought the same thing. Tough call, that. better not enough than too much, I guess. Thank you for the visit and comment. As I've said, I value your opinion. Smiles...Mel

Pandita Sietesantos

Date: 6/2/2014 8:51:00 PM

Excellent write! Bravo! Often in life there appears to be a predominance of darkness and we wait for a dawn that may never come.

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/2/2014 10:29:00 PM

Thank you Pandita. I appreciate your kind and intelligent remarks. I'm glad you dropped by, and I hope to see you again soon...Mel :) P.S. Sounds like you got the essence of the write, and that's cool!

Casarah Nance

Date: 6/2/2014 7:40:00 AM

Tragic, but inevitable. It is nature, it can't be undone, respected and not feared. For a new day does rise again.

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/2/2014 10:34:00 PM

True, of course, but not in this write...there is no dawn, but endless night. The muse offered me a metaphor of supreme darkness, and I took it. Like I said, life ain't all roses, moonbeams and nightingales. Wish it were.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 6/1/2014 10:36:00 PM

I'm still in this never ending night of mine....waiting for the dawn. Sometimes I see glimmers of hope...rays shining...and then the darkness envelopes again...just as portrayed in this splendid write of yours, Mel. I can only say......what I tell myself...what else can I do, but wait...wait for the dawn.

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/2/2014 12:27:00 AM

Oh, I'm waiting...and waiting. I think most people will read this once and move on, having missed the metaphor entirely. In this poem, as I intended it, there is no dawn. Thanks for the read and comment, my friend, and I hope the sun comes out for both of us. And they lived happily ever after :)

Tim Smith

Date: 6/1/2014 9:46:00 AM

It is always darkest before the dawn Mel and if not we can adhere to the old Bob Seger song "Night Moves" ...splendid write

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/2/2014 12:21:00 AM

Lol

Tim Smith
Date: 6/1/2014 10:23:00 PM

Don't know but I have to go in to work in an hour.

Mel Merrill
Date: 6/1/2014 10:19:00 PM

Thanks Tim. "Darkest before the dawn..." Wasn't that a Mama's and Papa's lyric back in the day? Bob Seger's okay, but Night Moves has three hundred choruses in it lol Shoot me! Thanks for the compliment, my friend. I hope you had a nice weekend...where'd it go?