I'm not in a good frame of mind right now. Pretty crummy actually, but last night I HAD to watch the Walking Dead (free TV). I LOVE that series. Except last night, it was more violent than usual and played on my nerves. This in turn caused me to be scared of the dark when I took Millie outside for her last potty run. I hadn't felt that way in a months.
I do think that sometimes fear operates outside of logic. It just has to be accepted and dealt with as it arrives. And the idea about not running in the dark makes quite good sense to me. Smiles.
February 26, 2015 at 9:18 PM
No logic can explain away
The fear we feel on certain days
No words, no teasing, no commands
Change our fear of what's at hand
As a child I often wondered
Was I scared because I ran
Or ran because of fear
I couldn't understand
I only knew as a child
At dark I would not run
Because the faster I went
The more scared I'd become.
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Close this window Jump to comment formOh this is wonderful and it reminded me of thoughts in my childhood. Hug B
February 26, 2015 at 5:52 AM
This has the feel of genuine fear--the cadence and the enjambment work very well, All ver vivid. Thank. k http://manicddaily.wordpress.com.
February 26, 2015 at 6:07 AM
you already know Fear is my middle name, but have never run in the dark because i don't go out in the dark.. this is great
February 26, 2015 at 6:25 AM
Sounds a lot like the good old days to me! I'm wondering will you continue this little tale?
February 26, 2015 at 6:37 AM
True enough in adulthood too! What a wonderful piece..made me think of dark nights when i was little and how your imagination changes
February 26, 2015 at 7:57 AM
Great poem, made me think of the old basement in my house as a kid. Creepy in the dark.
February 26, 2015 at 8:07 AM
Yes, the further you run into the dark the more there is ahead of you. Lovely poem.
February 26, 2015 at 8:21 AM
i like this very much.
February 26, 2015 at 10:11 AM
Love the way you describe that fear that grips us all from time to time, for almost no reason at all.
Lynne x
February 26, 2015 at 10:53 AM
Such a circle...
February 26, 2015 at 11:04 AM
Fear can be very real, rational or not. What some fear, others may scoff at. But, that never lessens the fear. It often remains.
February 26, 2015 at 11:15 AM
You fueled your own fear by running.
February 26, 2015 at 11:31 AM
Running doesn't fix things as we learn...stand and face them!...:)JP
February 26, 2015 at 11:53 AM
Human nature. But it is also natural to us to be face our fears in all its forms. :)
Nicely written.
February 26, 2015 at 2:06 PM
I'm not in a good frame of mind right now. Pretty crummy actually, but last night I HAD to watch the Walking Dead (free TV). I LOVE that series. Except last night, it was more violent than usual and played on my nerves. This in turn caused me to be scared of the dark when I took Millie outside for her last potty run. I hadn't felt that way in a months.
February 26, 2015 at 2:37 PM
Oh and NICE poetry.
February 26, 2015 at 2:37 PM
I can relate to that. Happens to me during the day, sometimes, too.
Good writing, Gail!
February 26, 2015 at 7:28 PM
I do think that sometimes fear operates outside of logic. It just has to be accepted and dealt with as it arrives. And the idea about not running in the dark makes quite good sense to me. Smiles.
February 26, 2015 at 9:18 PM