Shadows can’t be without light, just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the self that makes me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun: growth and blaze and life and the rest. I know you fear full night—I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit in your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…let me be the heartof your twilight, the darknessbalancing the light
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Of Your Twilight, the Darkness
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Summer Solstice blessings to you, Magaly!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra.
DeleteAnd I hope yours was just as blessed.
DeleteI am at a loss for words (good in this case.) Happy Weekend, cheers.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen.
DeleteBeautiful writing! And apt for the Solstice, when we see that balance demonstrated in the turning point: 'from light to dark and back again,' as some of us sang yesterday.
ReplyDeleteI'm closing my eyes, increasing the volume of my inner-music, and imagining the dance that went with that Solstice song.
DeleteWhat a beautiful thought -to be the darkness balancing someone's light! Love it.
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DeleteThose little deaths make us what we really are where love is concerned.
ReplyDeleteThey certainly give things shape.
DeleteThis...feels like a prayer. And I don't know what to say except that it amazes and feels that it should be hung above every bedroom door.
ReplyDeleteOh wow! Thank you, Chrissa.
DeleteSuch sadness here, Magaly yet love. The state of being there in the twilight of others. Can anyone do more?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joel.
DeleteNice work, MG
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DeleteThis is absolutely stunning! Especially love; "In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun: growth and blaze and life and the rest."💝
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.
Delete"Let me be the heart of your twilight" … what a beautiful phrase! Lovely "stuff" Magaly!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bev.
DeleteLight and dark will often pull the most interesting things out of each other when they dance together. A petite morte or two (million) seems about right for such intimate interplay.
ReplyDeleteDid I hear three million?
DeleteWow! I am mesmerized by those words. You have beautifully woven the ideas of shadows and light into the sstrings of the heart
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DeleteNice Haibun Magaly. Have a happy Sunday
ReplyDeleteMuch💖love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteI absolutely love your wrap-up haiku. Superb!
ReplyDeleteThanks very much.
DeleteReally nice! I love the secret garden of little deaths--
ReplyDeleteThank you, Audrey.
DeleteBeautiful set up. I love the garden of little deaths. We lose our selves.
ReplyDeleteLose and find, one hopes...
Deletethis is a beautiful haunting romantic poem. Great write!
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DeleteLovely! Beautifully expressed!
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DeleteIsn't love, true love, just like this? Always? Each wanting to be the balance, MUST be the balance for it to survive. Lovely write!
ReplyDeleteI think most healthy relationships are (must be) like that. The alternative doesn't really work in equal happiness for all involved.
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