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The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn

Aristotle said, “What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.” I’ve learned to be aware of the snakes that emerge from the shadows. After all, the darkest hour is just before dawn. Will you join me on this poetry journey?

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Karen Springer in The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn

Feb 1, 2017

Breakout

Azure shot through with jagged mottled gray

As buildings burst out of the sky

A floating city

We’re peaking at another universe

Karen Springer in The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn

Feb 1, 2017

Three Minutes to Midnight

It’s three minutes to midnight.

The moon cowers in a darkened vortex

Where worlds were born, flames ignited, extinguished,

Karen Springer in The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn

Feb 1, 2017

Places Unknown

She gets out the griddle

They used to joke it’ll be a family heirloom

As old as you are

Put that away, he says –

Karen Springer in The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn

Feb 1, 2017

Rearranged

And so, we meet again beneath vast bastions of deep endlessness

Interspersed with majestic peaks of basalt lava rock

I am known by many names under the same sun

Karen Springer in The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn

Nov 6, 2016

What If

I see my daily progress
At the bottom of my coffee cup.
It begins so innocently, so temptingly fresh,
Ideas percolate, thoughts swirl round and round,
Mix with a dash of chemistry,
Shot through with uncertainly,
And unfurl into a frothy frenetic frenzy, which…