Without light,
I am alone within
myself.
Relying on images
imbedded
in my mind,
I recreate
a sense of calm
and design
a safe haven
where panic
and fear
do not exist.
I cannot hear,
but in the darkness
my fingers
touch
the soft layers
of blankets
I lay on
and I hold on,
a tiny star
in such a huge
universe,
till morning...
Author notes
Without hearing, being in the dark can sometimes unnerve me...
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Wow!
Powerful poem. It reminds me of sorts, a bad simile, of my sister pasting her bedroom walls with glow-in-the-dark stickers of the sun and moon and stars.
This is a very impressive write-keep on penning!
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i love the simplicity of the peice, makes it all the more powerful.
really great write
X
FeliX
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amazing write
this is a great, it gives us an insight as to how things are for you in your life, i too am unerved by the dark but had never before thought about what it must be like for someone who cannot hear, this has made me look at things from a different perspective. x
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I too love the dark, mostly because of the quiet . . . but I can understand why you would feel unnerved Lanie . . . As for your poetry . . . it contains much more music than most that I have ever read . . . keep on singing girl, because your inner voice is beautiful!
Marc
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It's funny, because I can find no other definition than "Darkness in a classy way" to describe this. What I really mean is that it's proper, because I've read lots of dark poetry which I thought was lacking a lot. This took me in, and made it all very vivid. Love it!
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Wow what a concept
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My hand is always extended to you.
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beautiful in the darkness, great imagery woven together beckoning hope in this tiny luster...eres bella...que Dios te bendiga.
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this is power, again
... one night as I looked up into that sky that i had begun to get bored with, and I felt the air become warm and moist, I saw the sky listen to her eyes gather me and the moon, its tone like a fresh promise of morning's pink brush upon each baby bird wakefully singing its shape, its upturned little head and bright eyed hope, the only tune it ever would really sing that mattered to it or its flight it dreamt of, perhaps, into my memory ...
your last stanza ...
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I agree with EvilKate...you bring perspective and awareness through your poems that deal with deafness. Thank you for sharing them.
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I'd never thought of that - so thank you, to sharing an awareness of being that few ever face. As always, wonderfully written.
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Laney,
Indeed-
whether we hear or not-
we all are unnerved-
at times in the dark-
especially pitch darkness-
It's one thing if one can see the stars-
or the moon-
nay, wavering refelections-
of the heaven's-
upon the stilled Marsh..-
.but those nights..-
.when nothing shines..-
or sparkles..-
.it can be troubling-
and yet, as you do-
we all construct an image of sanctuary-
within ourselves-
to quell our anxiety-
or-
as your poem speaks of so well-
we reach out-
touch, fondle, caress-
ultimatly grasping-
softened textures-
of security-
until morning speaks forth-
its soul satisfying sanctuary-
once more-
as for-
"your" vulnerability-
It is all "ours"
lovely inner write
of yourself gal.
len
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Thank you for trying to make a person with the ability to hear, aware of life in your world, a world devoid of all sound, something I can't even begin to imagine, but your words make me aware of your vulnerability.
Thank you for showing us more of you and your life.
Love
Sue
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You just amaze me when you show your true self through your poetry. You are such a beautiful person both inside and out my dear. Your poem only reenforces my belief.
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Quite often such fear is a harbinger of inner change. When problems we have buried come to the surface they seem like foreign things hiding just out of reach. The mind then interprets this as something actually external, when it is not.
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Laney, you don't often show your vulnerability. I, along with most of my normally hearing or seeing people, have difficulty sometimes imaging what it would truly be like to do without those senses. This poem really brings it home and gives it meaning. I imagine a world without sound would be quite different in the dark than it would be in the light of day. Thank you for expressing it so well.
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Sometimes being in the dark when you can hear can also be terrifying. Imagine, it’s totally dark, you hear something, something out of place, you’re afraid to move lest exposing your position. You’re afraid to breathe lest exposing your position. It is a home invader, a monster in the closet or merely something that goes “bump” in the night? Wonderful poem and it opens up a new perspective for most of us.
Love,
Amera♥
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I love the dark, but it doesn't take away my voice. I find your different world terrifying, puzzling, exciting and so hard to comprehend. I hear myself dictate this comment to my fingers; another voice is debating what to put next, and somewhere behind both a voice is playing with a new poem. If I choose I can listen to a hundred other internal conversations which make up how i think about the world. I can hear my son singing under his breath and the sound of him stirring his tea. My wife's key is in the lock, and a car is driving very slowly past. I need not look up to know that that is a blackbird, I could do without the sound of my daughter's mobile phone, but you cannot have everything.
How would I cope without these things? Would my little voices speak in sign language? Where would the world go when I shut my eyes?
And yet, you write perfect poetry that makes me see and hear the world so much more clearly.
Enough waffle, perfect poem.
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I can't recall a poem of yours where you bring us closer to your deafness. It brings me up with a shock, because I don't think of you as deaf. When we comment on each other's poems, or IM each other, I "hear" us talking, I know you can "hear" my squeaky little voice and my Scottish accent. I read my poems out loud to you, so you know how they rise and fall. Thank you for suddenly making be realise... reappraise.
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All I can do is imagine.. your words help a touch.
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i totally feel your meaning. (this might not relate but i'm trying my best!) sometimes my parents fight and i usually think it's something i can help with but they send me to my room, keeping me in the dark. i love your 3, 4 pattern!
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I want to hold you...
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...but hey, at least you don't have to listen to Hillary!
Paul -
I love that you share such personal experieces...it is so hard to place myself in a nonhearing world...and I appreciate the 'view' from your eyes...and ears, and fingers...you light the dark with your words, Lane...thank you...I've been afraid of the dark for many years...only recently have I not felt so...Peace, Rhonda
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I agree, the author notes, changed the way I viewed the poem. At first I thought you were content with the darkness. I used to feel that way sometimes, when I was alone. I worry very little, nowadays, with seven large dogs guarding me at all times. they alert me of everything. I feel safe always. You know its strange how sometimes I take for granted my hearing, though i do not mean too. But when they get to barking, uncontrolably over the slightest sounds, it sometimes unnerves me, or irritates me really. Then some days, it just makes me smile and its music to my ears. thank you for reminding me how lucky I am. That the irritation is really a blessing in disquise, and I am glad to have it. Let the howling begin. jen
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You could never be a tiny star although at times you may think that...you speak louder to me than any hearing person I have ever met, that's why I loves ya Love, C
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I can only imagine
Eloquent poem Lane
Don't be unnerved, I like my farm at night almost better than I do in the day.
(Where are you)
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A very emotive write, splendid, but I think your author notes are the clincher for me, I can say with one hundred percent certainty, I know just how you feel sometimes in the dark.
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