Here others hide at my side
I can conceal you from the golden sunlit
In my darkest shadows
You are welcome to stay
Stay ten minutes stay forever
Turquoise sky above defines me
Gloss or matt depending on my mood
I am not death or disease
but only the comfort of a warm blanket
under which you hide from the light
white light hides much
just hand him a prism and he will show
you his true colours.
16/2/2021
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Ooh, those last few lines are awesome! I didn’t get what it meant by “white light hides much,” but then I realized o_o Your poem made me think.
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Aha…yes. The darkness enlightened us. I like the idea of blackness being” the comfort of a warm blanket”.
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I really like what you did with this prompt. Black as comfort… what an interesting twist! I love it.
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I’m a fan of black, myself! I like the last lines as well, as the white light hides it’s true colors at times. Yet, black will hide us from the light. Fair is fair.
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Enigmatic and captivatingly written!
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A more beautiful poem couldn’t have been written about blackness! 💝 I love; “Turquoise sky above defines me. Gloss or matt depending on my mood.” 🙂
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This is a strong nod toward black, a bright piece about dark — well written.
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I love the comfort of black… without darkness, light doesn’t make sense.
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Love the ending!
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Cleverly written…I echo Ingrid’s comment
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