Sunday, June 15, 2014

Ninety One . . . .

My Think
By Stormcat

Where is my light when I need it?    My love?
Illuminate the posture of my strength. Evoke
the course of terrible retribution to enemies
whose subterfuge on feigned hollow power rely
and bring the humble servants to their place, so
truth triumphant knowledge shall at last control

I long my think to flow, discover all manner of
nuanced new, reach beyond unfamiliar, escape
imagination's limits, pierce the veil of humanity.
Where is my light when I need it?    My love?
Pathway to the holy that opens capability to
find truth even as it loudly whispers comfort.

Cloudy haze of tenuous descends on my think,
a barrier to decisive, an erosion to confidence.
Where is my light when I need it?    My love?
Ink of midnight seeds haunting memory nurtured
to full blown monster capable of annihilation that
tender light of love dispels as if a dawning sun.

Even as I acquiesce to existentialism, and view
of doctrines taught, nay, force fed in my youth
I feel a softness clarifying old internal conflict
as gifts of wisdom come from who knows where,
to ease long felt unquenchable relief to know,
There is my light when I need it!    My love!

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Poets United, poetry-pantry # 205


  1. Finding the light in such darkness can both be terribly difficult yet not harder than stretching out a hand into the darkness.

  2. Beautyful poem, Stormcat ... full of hope to find ... and if not ... delete is always an option ... smiles ... do that all the time to my children poems ... works wonders to find peace of mind ... smiles ... Love, cat.

  3. I can definitely relate to the second stanza, Stormcat - the yearning for nuances and the stretching of the limits and eventually approach truth. After such a quest, the hope in the last stanza illuminates your poem.

  4. smiles....gotta watch that truth we are force fed as youth...and does it matter where wisdom comes so much as we find it...or it us...and that we have the light we need, when we need it...smiles.

  5. Stormcat, I like how your poem went full circle....asked a question at the beginning of your poem and answered it at the end. Indeed love IS the answer.

  6. the light the strngth the inner power!! amazing

  7. I, too, love how the question became the answer at the end. Found! Yay!

  8. I like this expression "Ink of midnight seeds haunting memory" and it's good that inner gift of wisdom provides the much needed light....

  9. I also acquiesce to existentialism more often than not!

  10. I think it is in our aging, that--as Jung pointed out--there really exists a second/third part of life where we approach and understand things differently than before. I have not felt angst for a few months, though I have felt repeated questions not unlike yours here. I feel like an answer exists which I didn't in my void ridden existential youth! So, yes. I love the way your poem ends and the world ends, for me at least (at my death), with neither a cry nor a whisper, but maybe with a non-ironic grin.

  11. If you have found a means of finding that light when you need it and a resolution of internal conflict ...enjoy..hang on to it and radiate a few sunshine beams of it over the ocean to me:)

  12. This poem is brilliant, and I am happy to read it again. But, perhaps you'll have another--a furthering of this one or a response--during this prompt? I am here through Saturday.