Signing in the Dark

In the darkness shadows hide

Unseen by misting eyes.

But who might seek the softer side

Of phantoms and their cries?

Those that drift to indigo

And fall into the Raven's wing,

They write sad songs of day gone by

That only angels dare to sing.

To be blind among the seeing

Can be bleak --- and sad --- and stark.

Yes, they bleed so well from unseen wounds

As they write their songs in the dark.

Yes, they bleed so well from unseen wounds,

Well enough to leave a mark.

JE Falcon

05-27-2017

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one could be about literal, physical blindness, but I have a feeling it's really about a blindness of the mind or spirit. Stanza two hints strongly of depression, for as we know, the author of "The Raven" suffered from that malady. The remaining lines speak twice of "unseen wounds," and as a former mental health worker, I can testify that depressed people can look normal while being in a world of pain within. Liked both the brevity and the skillful rhyming.

[JE Falcon]

Thanks, John, your comments are always welcome.

[DIVYA]

Those that drift to indigo
And fall into the Raven's wing

...This poem was so beautiful to read...
Darkness sometimes breeds such beauty...

[JE Falcon]

Tis true and thank you for your kind comment.

[DIVYA]

My pleasure, it was.
Have a nice day. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Makes me think of Oedipus...
maybe blind on the outside...but sees too much from the inside...and that is the worst kind of darkness.
j.

[JE Falcon]

To True, Jacob, too true.