THE PAIN OF NIGHT

5/4/2012

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In night’s lonely chasm, I felt the loss more.
The pain of the darkness reopened the sore.
There was nothing to see in the black, velvet gloom,
yet, still I kept seeking love’s heart in its tomb. 



© Susan Schoeffield 2011
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    Poetry

    For me, there's no more rewarding form of writing than poetry.  I love creating characters and storylines, but the challenge of painting a landscape in a smaller setting of words puts me in closer touch with where I've come from and who I am.  While not always positive or flattering, the poems define the person beneath the mask.  The earlier dated posts on this page are incorporated from two previous websites.   

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