Touched At Midnight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touched At Midnight



Climbing mountains in the middle of the night as coyotes howl
at the moon, so lonely and bereft, yet their sound brings to
mind, loneliness and abandonment of my own sadness and sorrow.

Being touched here at midnight with a bittersweet sorrow of
loss, a never-ending blessing and yet curse for you are no
longer with me my dear.

Missing you so much that I can barely live on this earth,
needing you my love in order to keep on living in this
love-forsaken world.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 04 March 2017

These are dark images that carry the weight of the poem's sorrow, but they are also harmonious in the musical sense. Even or perhaps especially in your grief the poetry and music respond to your shaping hand and create a JOY deeper than sorrows, as Nietzsche put it in ZARATHUSTRA. He too found it difficult TO KEEP ON LIVING IN THIS LOVE-FORSAKEN WORLD. But he did because of the JOY which longs for ETERNITY PREVAILS OVER SORROW. For him that was a metaphor and it sustained him. For you that is a supernatural reality and it will redeem you.

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