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darkest days

by Rachelle Howe


rolling; thunder; cra-

sh

the lightening streaks

the sky like some fire work show
a myriad of colors and
a plethora of pigments


magnetism's
leave me with an
impress
-ion
of how small
i am.

like a movie
i conduct myself
each day a scene;
each moment a scripted line
i feel futile;
immobile in this
yo-yo stanza in someone's twisted
play...


play with me
toy with shards of glass
beneath your all ready
bloodstained fingernails

i can tell,
as i look back,
that you were
anything but new
to this game.
no, you've done this before...
in 1997 to some fifteen year old
who was too stupid to see
your crazed insanity
behind your speckles and a book
written by Dante.
it was named "inferno"

and as I think on it now
I should have paid attention
to that title
it may have given me
in-
sight or
warn-
ing
for what was ahead:
another flash of light
screaming for justice
in the silhouette of the moon
snaps me from thought
from memories of
these darkest days
for they are
where I doubt.




04/07/2001

Author's Note: i think this is one of my favorite improv's. i edited it a titbit, so i don't know if i should still call it a topic. at any rate, i found it, dusted it off, and voila. repost. sub author's note: WHY THE HELL WAS IT DOUBLE SPACING??!!??!!!?!!? lol. okay. *breathe, raggy, breathe*

Posted on 09/21/2004
Copyright © 2022 Rachelle Howe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mara Meade on 09/21/04 at 01:27 PM

Wow. What an allegory... what an incredible piece. It strikes me as an inverted triangle, where it is broad at the top then narrows down to a very very sharp point... and what a read inbetween.

Posted by Laura Doom on 09/21/04 at 07:08 PM

editing an improv! whatever, editing is an exercise in humility
someone bought me 'inferno' & 'paradise lost' recently...i keep dipping, but really, heresy or hearsay, i feel more of an affinity with the synoptic tragedies played out on this stage *tremorzeit*

Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/22/04 at 09:58 PM

Powerful verse that holds the reader in awe of the colors and emotion that rocks forth from the words you use. Great read.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 09/25/04 at 11:10 AM

very impressive piece. most enjoyable read!

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/26/04 at 11:02 PM

your darkest day has stirred velvet dark impressions within... excellent piece... blessings...

Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 09/27/04 at 08:14 PM

i rated this the other day without commenting- i didn't have the time because there are to many facets of amazing in here to talk about. so where shall we start? how about the fantastic form? the seperation of select words in here added so much to the flow of emotion. the whole thing is formatted perfectly, adding to the chaotic yet dark & emotional feel i got from the poem. your use metaphors & similies in here are outstanding as well. i loved the stanza about condusting yourself like a movie. & the image of "shards of glass beneath your all ready bloodstained fingernails" is just tingling. all in all, this is one of my favorite poems by you rachelle, if not my favorite. you never cease to blow me away.

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