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Darkness. Deep velvet black, complete. And even now
My mind buckles under the weight of memory.
I was young and ridgid with city living,
Even then, London a burden to be carried manfully.
The air was chilled by frost and a promise,
A promise that would carve a path through my mind
For ever.
This was my first wild place, my first wild memory.
The mountains were huge and uncompromising
Under the thickening horizon.
The water of the river flowed like the words of a poem,
Cool and fluid across my mind and slowly, absolutely
The darkness wove a tapestry through the sky.
In London the darkness was belittled and mocked by shadows
From the safety of street lamps, something to be feared
And wished away.. But that night I found a new satisfaction,
A new freshness brought about by the undiluted darkness.
I sat there by the river, my every thought consumed by that wilderness night.
And all around the trees drooped in worship, stars strained the sky,
Until, with a certain lonely understanding, I was enveloped,
My silly city heart anilated by the wild rural darkness. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )

My First Real Darkness.

Contributed by cashfan1 on Wednesday, 21st July 2010 @ 08:18:11 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

I was thirteen when I made a discovery.
Darkness. Deep velvet black, complete. And even now
My mind buckles under the weight of memory.
I was young and ridgid with city living,
Even then, London a burden to be carried manfully.
The air was chilled by frost and a promise,
A promise that would carve a path through my mind
For ever.
This was my first wild place, my first wild memory.
The mountains were huge and uncompromising
Under the thickening horizon.
The water of the river flowed like the words of a poem,
Cool and fluid across my mind and slowly, absolutely
The darkness wove a tapestry through the sky.
In London the darkness was belittled and mocked by shadows
From the safety of street lamps, something to be feared
And wished away.. But that night I found a new satisfaction,
A new freshness brought about by the undiluted darkness.
I sat there by the river, my every thought consumed by that wilderness night.
And all around the trees drooped in worship, stars strained the sky,
Until, with a certain lonely understanding, I was enveloped,
My silly city heart anilated by the wild rural darkness.

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Re: My First Real Darkness. (User Rating: 1 )
by Potpourri on Wednesday, 21st July 2010 @ 11:38:15 AM AEST
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I love the tititle and even more the consept,
i always wanted to go to london, i suppose
because of what i saw in old sherlock holmes
movie, this stired up a lot of visions in my mind,
a most beautiful piece . . .

ty 4 your visit to my page

Potpourri

Re: My First Real Darkness. (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Wednesday, 21st July 2010 @ 01:40:41 PM AEST
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I'm lost in your darkness Dennis, that I truly can say I don't understand at all. I was born in the Rocky Mtns and evidently they are so different from yours. I do remember having to bed down early though, because once the sun goes over the mountain, the temps drop considerably, and you'd better be tucked in your bedroll for the night
I was once again lost in your mastery and imagery of your darkness. I felt it, and could see it, even though I was not there!
Great work
Warm love
consue

Re: My First Real Darkness. (User Rating: 1 )
by andrewjones12 on Thursday, 22nd July 2010 @ 08:21:44 AM AEST
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to me you either went on a cruse/ship excertion, or you experienced a powerful hullicenagent.
regardless, this is a very lovely write.
-andrew.

Re: My First Real Darkness. (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Friday, 23rd July 2010 @ 03:26:30 AM AEST
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Hi Dennis,

The culture shock, eh? Reminds me of my first
sorties into the Highlands when I was a boy.
Now I can't stay away from them. A wild silent
and sometimes extremely dark world, but like
yourself I found a kind of beauty and peace in
it's dark blanket.

Excellent writing.

Tommy

Re: My First Real Darkness. (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniellemarie on Thursday, 29th July 2010 @ 01:20:26 AM AEST
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Just a beauty this poem is just a great read.

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