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Dimmed

by Kate Demeree

 
White on white was a dream
Unreachable for me
Torn ragged beggar
That I be
 
Blue was for the sky
On lazy a summer day
There above me
So far away
 
Yet…
I dared to dream
To believe
In love
 
Black was the storm cloud
Overshadowing the sky
Red was the glare
In love’s eye
 
Hushed came the shrill cry
Of Love we can not bear to hear
Deep within invisible wounds
We catch, digest and fear
 
Cold, clammy, shaking hands
Choose to chance instead of flight
Though fury unthinkingly
Dimmed Loves Golden Light

01/03/2007

Author's Note: Sometimes Love wears many faces, some not as beautiful as others, yet all.... Love Posted with many thanks to Philip DePinto and his invaluable help!

Posted on 01/03/2007
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/03/07 at 05:34 PM

Beautiful poem Kate, excellent use of colors, and as always, good to read you again. Continued success with your writing in 2007. Chris xo

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/05/07 at 09:48 PM

beautifully succinct, Kate....and knowing what I know...evocative and revealing of a heart that waited long and deservingly of all!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/06/07 at 10:48 AM

I will say it again, Kate. Your writing is love personified. And should you ever think for some god forsaken reason to retire your quill from our viewing, then it is not only our eyes that will suffer, but the entire notion of love itself. for you are love and always will be. take my word for it. or take two of my words for it and call me in the morning.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/08/07 at 03:38 AM

Lovely love....Charlie

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/09/07 at 04:40 PM

Wonderful use of colors to gradually paint this world of dimming love. This is so strong throughout. Thank you.

Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/10/07 at 06:43 AM

Beautiful poem. Great flow.

Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 01/14/07 at 03:33 PM

This is such an amazing piece, love. Beautifully written! Great analogies. Vivid, gripping imagery. And I gotta say, Chris is right. It'd knock these people off their feet if they could hear it spoken. :) I added this to my favorites.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/15/07 at 04:03 AM

Kate, this is beautiful! I love the images of the different colors of love. It appears that no matter what the color or situation, hope never dies. Although it may waver a bit, the strength to walk through all the stages of love, never dies. The turning point and cornerstoneof the poem is S3 where the declaration of strength (and maybe light)shines through each of the colors that make up the mosaic of obstacles surrounding love.
~Chelle~

Posted by Lisa-Dawn Sparling on 01/16/07 at 05:01 AM

it sound odd to say that your poetry is poetic but it truly is..I love the smoothness of the flow.

Posted by Lisa-Dawn Sparling on 01/16/07 at 05:03 AM

it sound odd to say that your poetry is poetic but it truly is..I love the smoothness of the flow.

Posted by JD Clay on 03/16/07 at 02:05 PM

This beautiful poem is overflowing with emotion, Kate. It reminds me of a pressure cooker ready to explode, spreading love in all directions. Congratulations on becoming The Poet Of The Day.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/16/07 at 05:03 PM

Congrats on a long deserved POTD! Woo-hoo, as someone once said to me...grin!

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 03/17/07 at 03:10 AM

Kate, such a lovely poem filled with imagery. Your use of color sets the whole tone of the poem. Congratulations on your POTD. :)

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/18/07 at 04:51 AM

Fascinating and intense. The colors, the four mentioned, all appear on this page. The "white on white" for me, at least... (the page here) silence. "Unreachable for me" (especially since the speaker is "torn ragged beggar" -- a poet! Who must not be silence but chooses to speak! The poem itself is written in blue. Surely meaningful, the sky of love spoken. The black "overshadowing storm cloud" is the title (the ominous) "Dimmed" and the author's note. And the red is the framing and theme to your page. All this added to the subtle power of the mixing of sight and sound creates a strong "shrill cry" of "Love's eye hushed".

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