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My Inner Darkness
Turned Into My
Outer Light
(Or, "My Children From Inside Me")
Intelligences well inside,
Nourished in my ebony soul.
Engorging me like moonless skies,
Grow my aesthetic embryos.
They consume the juices decidedly,
Provided by Mother Earth's womb.
Sister stars gather unabashedly,
To protect while they consume.
On thoughts deliciously learned,
They are raised in my midnight mind.
Brother Mountains are so concerned
That morning will strain their eyes.
They drink the well of hazel springs,
Getting nourished on all I know.
Cousin thunder would cease to sing,
Should summer bid them to go.
Their passion then ejaculates
And erupts my darkened psyche.
Like sunlight from the night escapes,
Come my children from inside me!
-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., A Creative Writer)
"I maybe say too much about how life really is!"
My Writing Notes:
The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: This poem conveys the way that feel about the Birth Of Creativity from inside of myself, which is "My Inner Darkness Turned Into My Outer Light."
Thus, the "aesthetic embryos" are my 'creative ideas,' or my 'creative children,' so to speak, that are inside of me, which are much like the "manly seeds" that are inside of all males. And when my creative darkness is feeling passionate, it erupts—just like a male ejaculates—as creative light, or as "My Creative Darkness Turned Into My Creative Light!"
And this poem was also published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Small All White in the Forest."
This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.
-Paulee
https://smallallwhiteintheforest.blogspot.com
This "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" Post No. 023 was edited on September 6th, 2023.
"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]
