Ode to the Darkness

Updated on March 30, 2018
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Chris has been writing poetry for 28 years and though his focus is short fiction, he has had one piece published.

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Ode to the Darkness

I sit at the window and watch the growing darkness.

Gray-black rollers seem to linger over my home

Where already the light is dim and hope is lost.

Huge drops pound the dust in the untended flower beds and garden.

Move on, oh clouds of storm.

Take your dark magic, your winds, and water to another place

Where living souls will welcome you.

Leave behind the dying who grieve the dead.


I sit in the darkness with curtains drawn

While the rollers roll over me

In wave after suffocating wave.

Black rollers of grief roll over me, burying me in a lifeless pit.

Huge drops trickle down my dry, wrinkled face

And fall onto my wringing hands

With one finger still bearing the imprint of a covenant made

And seen to its ultimate end.


Through drawn curtains, the light shifts, darkness fades.

One bird sings and invites the world to sing along.

The sky answers in chromatic harmonies of light, vapor, and spectrum.

The sun shines again and the world is renewed.


Sun, shine into the darkness of my heart.

Pierce the murky corners where devils lie

And whisper lies that all is lost,

That hope is a myth,

That rollers roll on perpetually,

That huge drops will never cease to fall.

Sun, bring your light and color into my darkness

And chase the devils away.


I stand in the darkness before the window.

Drawn curtains, not only of fabric

But of memories, regrets, loss, grief, and pain

Separate me from the magic of a new day,

From the magic of a rainbow

That might replace the gloom.

If I pull a simple cord, the curtain will open,

The light, color, and singing will pour in.


But where is the cord that will part this shroud of death?


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Let in the Sun, by Take That

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        Chris Mills 2 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Larry, thanks for following and for reading my poem. It is dark, and I'm glad you could sense the emotion.

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        Larry W Fish 2 weeks ago from Raleigh

        That is a poem that really tugs at the heart, Chris. I can feel the emotion in every word.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Suhail, those are some good words and true. Thank you.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Ann, April 1 is always a bit gloomy for me, but I get through it. I'll keep working on the poetry, and I will explore other emotions as well. Thanks for reading.

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        Suhail Zubaid aka Clark Kent 3 weeks ago from Mississauga, ON

        Beautiful poem on something that I have become friends with.

        Yes, darkness is what I love and enjoy. This is because it requires all my senses to be working at their peak level. But I have a company of a furry friend too, who never lets me get lost in the dark. With those senses I can cope with the light, which always comes after the darkness. The strength of my senses and the company I have enables me to over come the darkness; they make me take much more bigger challenges in the light.

        We can always pass through darkness building on our strengths in the company of a trusted friend.

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        Ann Carr 3 weeks ago from SW England

        Wow, this is powerful, Chris! A brilliant contrast of weathers and emotions. I feel the pain and grief and I feel the need for hope and encouragement.

        Well done!

        Ann

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Shauna, to write like this takes a lot of emotion. When I think about the past with my wife, that emotion comes. You are so right. I can't stay in that condition. There is enough emotion in all of life to inspire poetry. I'll find it and move on. Thanks for the comments.

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        Shauna L Bowling 3 weeks ago from Central Florida

        Wow, Chris. I've not seen this side of you. I hope you continue to let in the light, the music, and color. I've often thought that some people would rather be miserable than work on solutions. I don't think you're that kind of person.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Harish, Yes, sad. I have experimented with this emotion because it is so familiar to me. If I continue to write poetry, I will explore many emotions and genres. Thanks for reading and for sharing your thoughts.

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        Harish Mamgain 3 weeks ago from New Delhi , India

        Chris, this is a sad poem but a beautiful creation. I like the expression about curtains. Enjoyed reading the poem.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        I can do that. I just needed a reason. These few pieces of poetry which I have put out lately have been hung on the peg of missing Sandy. But I do realize that if I am to continue with prose and poetry, I will have to move on from this motivation. I can do the writing, I just have to find the emotional backdrop to propel it.

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        Paula 3 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

        Chris, I'm honored to mean these things to you. If we must belong to this society, we do need all the friends & confidants we can gather. Plowing ahead becomes our forte, Chris. Stopping, giving up, looking back for too long and self-pity simple are not options for us. I know this, I translate your thoughts and wish you the very best, one day at a time.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Paula, I had the perfect response to your answer to my response. But alas, it has been swallowed by the Hellions of HP. You are my friend, my confidant, my comrade and sister in a society that requires heart and courage to move on. What lies ahead; no one knows. For myself, I will plow ahead each day and confront the devils. I will not back down.

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        Paula 3 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

        Chris, my friend, we have indeed been forced to walk similar paths. When I meet people with that familiar pain so deep it is seen in their eyes, heard in their words & creates a palpable connection between our souls, it is undeniable. Those of us who have had this unbearable experience, can instantly recognize it in others. When we say, "We know, understand and truly empathize," this is far more than mere words. But then, I needn't explain further to you.....

        Early in my time here, I wrote a 4-part plus dedication of some of the life-altering events that in fact, made me who I became from those moments, to this day. I will forever be that woman, for better or for worse. Be good to Chris. You are special. Peace, Paula

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Ruby, my friend go out and enjoy the sunlight and the singing birds and all that nature has to offer. This poem is deep and dark. You have had plenty of that, I am sure. Thank you for reading and for your comments. But please go out and enjoy the day.

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        Ruby 3 weeks ago

        This was so dark! I think unless you've experienced this emotion in your life, you have not lived. The key is to rise above it and live. I love your choice of words. Thank God the sun is shinning here today. The first of this week, I felt down, rainy, gloomy weather does that to me, so this was a very relatable write for me. Well done Chris.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Paula, a couple of times recently I have gathered that you and I have had a similar experience in life. It is a constant ache that will be with me for life. I don't think I would want it any other way. Maybe earlier I wanted to be free, but now I accept it. My heart goes out to you now that I know this. Peace to you, Paula.

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        Paula 3 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

        Chris..daunting photo and such real sadness in your words. Words I hear clearly and feel so personally. I'm sorry to say I relate completely to your taunts of grief. Long ago I came to the realization that despite any hope to the contrary~~it truly never fades. It merely becomes a part of our very life, a scar on our heart and whole in the soul, until it's clear we become as one with a dull, perpetual grief and learn to live around it. (We are definitely not alone, Chris.) Peace & hugs, Paula

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Eric, I'm glad I could successfully paint the picture. I'll toss in a scene with hope in it for the next one, I think. But I do believe showing the dark side can help someone know they aren't alone in their battle. Peace to you and your family today.

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        manatita44 3 weeks ago from london

        Frankly,

        Even though I give you all this advice, I struggle with the dark stuff. I may appear to start that way and change them at the end, as my Soul don't seem to like it, rather like reading a novel. I can't seem to take them any more, but I feel awesome with The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna and any other spiritual - not motivational - book.

        I suppose you could say that what I was doing is only to say that an Ode to Darkness should be an Ode to Darkness, but yes, please forgive me for being paradoxical, I'd much rather see you as Ioannis or myself- longing for the Light.

        The descent of Light into darkness, is the answer to ALL problems. But I feel that you know this. Love you as always, my Brother.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Frank, the competitions I participate in require writing in the genre assigned. That forces me to at least try. My early stories of humor barely brought a smile. I'm still looking for that breakthrough point where I inspire the response I'm after. I appreciate that you can see these things. You know how hard we work to put these mental pictures into writing. I'm steering myself into more of a literary direction for now. It is where I seem to be able to harness emotions. Applying it to genre fiction will be the challenge.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        Nikki, thank you for reading and for the kind words. I almost left the last line out. It is so dark, so hopeless. But it is really the ultimate end for this piece. It couldn't go any other way. Peace.

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        Chris Mills 3 weeks ago from Missoula, Montana at least until August 2018

        manatita, one challenge I face is moving on from this single emotional experience as motivation for writing. I've been able to find a place in my mind where it flows, but not often when it isn't driven by this extreme experience. I have had other emotional times, though. This is so different from writing anything else. I value your input. I will look over this one with your comments. Thank you for all the encouraging words, especially the story of the two in the boat. Thank you for that. Peace to you.

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        Eric Dierker 3 weeks ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

        A good one. Been there and done that. Now to get your word painted picture out of my head for a day.

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        Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

        Wow.. you know I just realized that you have that amazing ability to mix humor, fear, darkness and hope in many of your writings.. I really felt the adrenaline rush of terror spike my heart awesome my friend

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        Nikki Khan 3 weeks ago from London

        Wonderful poetry and inspiring ode Chris,You’ve done a thought provoking job here.Loved the last line, it describes our daily struggle with difficulties and can’t find the cord that will pour in happiness, joy and some sunshine.

        An excellent piece!

        Happy Easter and have a great family time!

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        manatita44 3 weeks ago from london

        Your poem is a masterpiece! So well written and so deep, reflective. Your poetry is almost as good as your prose, but then some of your prose are sheer poetry.

        Now you know that I say a little to you sometimes. We believe in the spirit of self-transcendence ... going beyond, beyond, into the ever-transcending beyond. Make every word count.

        When I got to 'and hope is lost.', I immediately thought that I would not use it this way. However, when I got to the last line of the first stanza, especially in the light of your recent comment to me, I could see where you were coming from.

        The second stanza is perfect but don't call on the good as you did in the third stanza. Your Ode is a praise ... an adoration to the darkness, so don't mix it.

        You're back to perfection in the other stanzas.

        I admire you, Bro. You're a true artist. I sometimes meet them in Poetry Circles and perhaps Bill here and a few more are similar to you. There is a higher stage. Sri Shankaracharya was chatting with his friend Mandana Misra, the world's greatest philosopher at that time. They were in a boat on sea.

        Mandana saw a book sitting there, picked it up and started to read then he started crying. "What is the matter?" Said Lord Shankara. "You book on ethics is so much better than mines" he said. What will people think when they see it?

        "Is that all?" Said Sri Shankaracharya, and threw his book into the sea.

        A very Happy Easter, my spiritual Brother.

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