One evening when activities were over it was time to climb back up the ridge to our campsite. I realized I did not have my flashlight. A winding trail led up to the top of the ridge. It was so familiar that I thought I could easily climb it even in the dark. I started off well, but as I got into the trees everything turned pitch black. After stumbling in the dark for some time I finally reached the top of the ridge. I found that walking in darkness is no way to go.
Pitch Black
I thought I knew my way
Followed that trail easily
In the light of day
Could maneuver it with my eyes shut
Now in the dark of night
Only islands of flickering light
Fade in the distance
Where I must go is pitch black
There is no light t’was left behind
A winding dark trail in my mind
Only a blind man could traverse
Without light in hand
I confidently walk into pitch black
Heading for the top of the ridge
By the first turn the picture fades
The trail begins to change course
Stumbling and falling hands outstretched
Rocks reveal I’m not on the trail
Branches sting my face
Feeling my way I climb on
Like a blind man who lost his cane
Moving through bushes
Not seeing a thing
Night sounds surround me
As blind tree frogs sing
Stumbling in the darkness
A glimmer of light flickers up ahead
No time to stop I’ve reached the top
What one sees in daylight
Turns quite different in the dark
Pitch black surrounds you
The trail is obscure
Where there is no light
Always walk in the Light
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
How clever to put the photo pitch black, the poem, then lighter one at the end. 🙂 Nice!
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Thanks! I had fun playing with this one!! You are very sharp!!
Dwight
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This one is so wonderfully written… Well done.
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Thank you very much!
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Very nicely done. Loved great descriptive words!! It is amazing how much we depend on the light to get around in the dark?? Ha!
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Thank you. It really is an eerie feeling when you are in total darkness.
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