Friday, July 25, 2008

Walking Through Wearing Black

Lady in Black on a Park Bench by Bernhard Gutmann

Walking through wearing black

I've grown accustomed to this place.
The walls are dim
and the ambient light grayer still.
I add to it,
gladly spreading misery.
The only glimmer comes in white light giggles
that trickle in from outside
cascading, bouncing off walls
like recalcitrant children
playing tag.
But I halt their frolic
when, one by one, they bump into me.
My black cloak sucks their idiotic smiling faces in
like a black hole
eats up stars.
We'll have no giggling light
when I'm about.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski


  1. Very dark... as though Death has found a new visage. Compelling read...

  2. Yikes! You've spooked me. I think I'm getting rid of that little black dress!

  3. Great poem. I have not been around in a while, have suffered from writers block.

  4. A dark persona you write here, not sure I would want to meet her! Black is my color of choice! Hope the "black hole never eats up the stars." I do like the darkside to your poem, nice write!

  5. Hmmm, you guys really seem to relish the dark side...spooky! [Jo inches away...]

  6. a little bit of dark jo?

  7. Scot, Yep, but I shook it off and wrote another poem today. I couldn't stand to linger long. I'll be back to the dark though...