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“We can never be gods, after all–but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
To dream of Gods and omens in darkest night
brings no tranquility
for the soul wrestles and fights
with so little ability
to overcome the futility
of mortals against deities
and their predictions of what’s coming
and waiting…
In the stark light of day.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
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Nights can be most unsettling when we are left alone to our dreams.
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Yes, it can. Thank you Bjorn.
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oh my…..the absence of tranquility indeed. I like the placement of the word “stark” with “light of day” as it totally shifts the context from bright to doom and dire.
Thanks for posting to the prompt!
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Thank you Lillian.
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I admire the rhymes too and these most telling words “so little ability
to overcome the futility “
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Thank you Laura!
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Your alacrity and dark images make a delightful counterpoint to the bliss most of us pursued. And yet, nightmares end, deities hide in the light of a fresh new day.
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Yes, those rascals! Thank you Glenn.
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Your opening quote takes me aback and could explain so much about why humans do what they do. I love the way you flip the script on darkness and light here, where the fearful night (dreams) is no match for the terror of day (reality.) Excellent write, Linda!
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Thank you for the wonderful comments Lisa. They are so appreciated!
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You’re very welcome, Linda.
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I love the quote and your poem though the theme is very unsettling with the darkness theme – the opposite of tranquility.
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Thank you Grace.
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I believe tranquility of spirit comes from living life and as Rob said lifting others all the way to the end of life…. or as long as you can. Dwelling on the future can be very depressing as you so well pointed out in your poem.
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Thank you Dwight.
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Very well written, and very powerful Linda!
“To dream of Gods and omens in darkest night
brings no tranquility
for the soul wrestles and fights
with so little ability
to overcome the futility…”
This beginning to your poem is damned unsettling for me. I have suffered recurring bouts of debilitating night terrors since I was young. They devastate any tranquility. They exacerbate my insomnia because when they occur they shake me emotionally to where I am unable to attempt sleep again. I am, to this day, very uncomfortable with the idea of dreaming. Sleeping is not inviting no matter how tired I am.
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Wow. I’m sorry to hear that Rob.
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That is a foreboding poem, made more so because of the “stark light of day”. Well done.
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Thank you for your thoughts.
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Nicely-done. Those night-demons are not fun.
The quotation reminds me of a movie my older daughter and I watched over the weekend about a woman who makes a golem.
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Thank you Merril. What was the name of the movie?
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The Golem. It was on Netflix. We were channeling our ancestors. 😉
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Haha! Okay- will have to check it out…
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It wasn’t outstanding, but it had it’s moments. 🙂
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Cool. Thanks!
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There’s nought to be had in wrangled dreams or even fantasies, great poem Linda.
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Thank you so much Paul.
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Much pleasure was mine.
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Strong imagery here, Linda. Well done.
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Thank you so much.
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Who is predicting, mortals or deities? Either way your poem makes me think. So glad it’s nowhere near night time… 😮
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Thank you for your thoughts!
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Smiles Tranquility
of Living Dreams
So Far away
from After
Dirt Nap
Fantasies
Present eternally
Now no Need For Omens
When All is Sky Blue Real..:)
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