The Journey of Night By Gig Giegerich From my private collection "Poetry from the darkside of the night" I've traveled the dark where naught can be heard No dog nor a cat, nor even a bird I've been where lonely is more than a word Where lines of reality become so blurred I've journeyed the night when darkness holds rule When death reigns over the careless fool Where the flames of the fires feel so cool And the soul'd despair is the devil's tool An inward adventure into the mind Loosens and tightens the ropes that bind Where even the sighted can be so blind And overlook any love they may find Where is the profit and what is the gain What good can there be when there's only pain.
if i were to travel where nothing could be heard id sure expect to experience and observe more than the silence of domesticated animals. what were you doing when you journeyed the rule of darkness. i need to read into an experience. just me though. cheers.
The wilderness of which I speak is that of the mind. Where the sounds one might expect to hear are those you hear in everyday life. What was I doing? Taking an introspective look into my life where I feel much pain from fibromyalgia, arthritis, carpal tunnel, bulging lower back disks, pinched nerves, neuropathy and those are only some of the physical pains I put up with every day of my life. Then there are the deeper, more intense pains of depression, sleeplessness and so on.
Gig, I've been reading your posts and your comments... Simplicity is one thing - look to the Japanese poets for poems that are simple but fresh, lively and touching. What I've been experiencing in reading your posts is very basic and brings nothing new and fresh, some is cliche... I understand that you are writing for only one reader, yourself. I'm glad you are enjoying writing and that it provides an outlet for you. You have deep experiences to draw on so if you do decide to work toward writing for others I would guess you would be successful. If your goals change and you want to focus on a larger audience - my direction to you would be to read and analyze your favorite poems and try to figure out why you like them so much. Then emulate them. Read a lot of poetry (and read it out loud as well as to yourself).
