Slipping into Umbra
No Return in Sight
Blinded by a hidden light
Deafened by a deluge of thought
How can one without substance
Find themselves eclipsed?
And yet I slip
Obscured from your heart
Naught but penumbral memory
All but lost.
( )
And so I stare
For as long as I must
At your visage annular
Until such time
As I see no more
And my soul evanesce
Into deepest shadow.
About the Creator
Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock
Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.
Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.
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Comments (14)
I loved the line "Defend by a deluge of thought."
This was exceedingly well done. I, like Dharrsheena, hope you are doing well and want you to know that your presence has been missed.
This was so poignantly beautiful. Loved your poem. I hope you're doing well. You've been missing for some time
Wow! Incredible word choice and powerfully evoked emotion! Like how this mentioned and exposited on an eclipse but was a refreshing read in its form!
Beautiful.
Staring at it can make love blind. Great poetry!
Great poem! Very well written!
So powerful , great words
Randy! That last line was a punch to the gut. I literally whispered "omg" out loud and my roommate asked me what happened out of concern, so I had to read this to her. She's equally rendered speechless. Oh, what an impact you've made.
Stunning, and there you are! Well done, Randy! Good to see you, bud!
Wow, exquisite Randy. I have missed you. Hope to be seeing more of you
Hauntingly beautiful Randy. You’ve been missed my friend. I hope all is well in your world.
I absolutely love the use of metaphor in your poem, Randy - Blinded by a hidden light Deafened by a deluge of thought The pacing and rhythm are a delight on the tongue and conceptually profound to boot. Well done!
Beautifully penned, Randy!