2006 Night Shade

In 2006, life was a crawling journey
a journey of time and tide
a journey of choices and voices
of faces and ultimately phases
Its storm took me like a roller-coaster
the mystery which binds me still;
birth in me every depth of good and ill
night eventually fell on 31st December, 2006
a torrent of fortune in disguise
I took a vow of silence in the mist of my sorrows
and in the dark of the night
came forth the first fragile crescent;
the tin delicate rib of nature
for the first time in the whole year,
I yearned to dream dreams
I trusted what was yet to come
so I said goodbye to all worries;
sweet dreams to the year(s) to befall
the night was so calm and pleasing to my soul
I thought of a better tomorrow in my dream’s world
where happiness is foreseen and sorrows unforeseen
Brave swan of the night
Timely tides
Silent sleuth
Rest oh my regal night.

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For dVerse, where CC asked us to write about Nature.

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21 thoughts on “2006 Night Shade

  1. Damn 2006, or any year when the circumstances conspire against us, when the universe tests our mettle, when our heart discovers how much it can expand without breaking. But how lovely that you infused hope, & provided egress for us, sanctuary from the storm.

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    • Oh dear Glenn, having hope as tiny as the mustard seed in the midst of life’s whips is divine and bravery. It’s like a route map of a sort. Thanks for passing by.

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  2. You are indeed blessed to come out from darkness & sorrow ~ I specially like this part:

    and in the dark of the night
    came forth the first fragile crescent;
    the tin delicate rib of nature

    Blessings !

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  3. I love this line: “I took a vow of silence in the mist of my sorrows.” Although you may have intended it to be “in the midst” rather than “in the mist,” I think it works better to be in the mist of sorrows. I think of being in the mist as a darkish, damp place, not altogether unpleasant, but chilling to the bone and a place one doesn’t want to remain too long. At any rate, if it was intentional, I love it, and if it was a typo, it is evidence that sometimes our subconscious knows what we really want to say and sends those signals to the typing fingers. Peace, Linda

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  4. Nature holds a key to all of heArt
    of emotion.. expression of that
    as spiRit.. and soUl of
    who we are
    connecting
    in earthly
    feats
    of LOVE..
    to spiral out
    in galaxies of what
    we are inside.. our arms
    swirl outward in what
    we still can be.. we
    are skeyes of
    GOD
    JUST
    WAITING
    TO SEE
    stars reflect
    our eyes
    shine
    down
    upon
    our
    see..:)

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    • “our arms
      swirl outward in what
      we still can be.. we
      are skeyes of
      GOD
      JUST
      WAITING
      TO SEE
      stars reflect
      our eyes…..”. My favorite lines. One thing I love for a fact is that, you write me a new poem in your attempt to comment on mine. Ain’t you a genus?

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  5. “a journey of time and tide
    a journey of choices and voices”

    My eyes went kind of crazy on me here and saw “a journey of clocks and chocolates”! Hee hee.

    I LOVE this section:
    “I took a vow of silence in the mist of my sorrows
    and in the dark of the night
    came forth the first fragile crescent;
    the tin delicate rib of nature”

    Stellar writing. Blessings to you, my friend. I wish you chocolates … but not clocks, as the tick tock does become a noose around the neck at times.

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