‘Neath Doom’s Trump

‘NEATH DOOM’S TRUMP

Through deepest midnight
Hid light persists in shadow
Embroiders darkness

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 16, 2018, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Thanks for this, I feel better just reading it. The world is in darkness…

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  2. Light….embroidering the darkness – a wonderful image, Ben. There’s always hope.

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