Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
by Linda Pastan
Isn't the moon dark too,
most of the time?
And doesn't the white page
seem unfinished
without the dark stain
of alphabets?
When God demanded light,
he didn't banish darkness.
Instead he invented
ebony and crows
and that small mole
on your left cheekbone.
Or did you mean to ask
"Why are you sad so often?"
Ask the moon.
Ask what it has witnessed.
1 comment:
It was stupid of me to think that you could not care about me. After all, most of my depressed journeys down the rabbit hole are irrational.
These dark moments are bound to creep upon me when I spend most of my time alone and wondering how I could be part of the human race.
Sometimes, it just seems that there must be more to life than social obedience to the norm, and it makes me sad that very few hear the moon respond on those lonely nights.
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