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In the Gloom

10.28.17 Posted in today's words by

Linda Powell lives and writes in Kansas.

In the Gloom
By Linda Powell

He walked through the door
and found a nothingness,
like the set of a silent movie
being filmed in black and white.
In the gloom, he found a window
and pulled back gathered curtains.
Slender beams of light
exposed a million specks of dust,
all annoyed at being wakened
from their dream.
He was uncertain of his purpose,
but tenacious in his search.
He focused on the door—
then she breezed in!
Suddenly, the room was drenched in color!
A light had been switched on
and perceptively he knew
why he was there.
He tried to tell her
just how much
he’d missed her,
but she was fleeting . . . like the wind,
and disappeared.
Is that what it’s like
when you need someone,
but there is no “someone”
to be found?

4 Responses to “In the Gloom”

  1. Larry French says:

    This really rings a bell. So many times people have been there for me when I could use some saving. So many times people have taught me how to speed up my learning curve about life. And many a time I had to ‘walk through the desert alone’ because there was no ‘someone.”

  2. Bobbie Troy says:

    wow. great imagery. Love the first four lines; they really set the stage.

  3. Larry Woodward says:

    I can relate to the feeling. Thanks for the daydream.

  4. I love the mystery of this.

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