Blame not
the cast of shadows
on corners closed to light,
But flame the torch,
sconced,
awaiting willing hand.
Trip not,
in hesitation,
cursing blunderous steps,
But feel cracked pores, crevassed pointing,
thirsting
for faith touch.
Idle not
in disharmony’s speculation.
Rather, murmur
faint remembrances
Till refrain
makes glorious your voice.
Fear not
the underground passages
dependent on your darkness for existence.
Rather, shelter there,
acclimating
eyes to gloom’s recognisance of faint shafts.
scottishmomus 
Unlike so many ‘poems’ these days, claiming to be poetry, Acclimatising is just that…a beautiful, meaningful poem.
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Thank you for reading and such a lovely comment.
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You’re most welcome and I look forward to any further poetry you post 🙂
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Thank you. That’s very kind. Normally, I write at least daily. But I’ve just started back to a new term last week and the only thing I’ve been writing is plans for the term. I’ll be having withdrawal symptoms shortly! 😉
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I can well understand. I write daily myself at present but know I’d feel completely frustrated it something was to prevent that. I sympathise!
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I am enjoying the work too so I can’t complain too much. 😉
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That’s all we can ask for….and it’s there without having to ask 😉
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Amazing verses mommus, and very nice. I’m becoming curious…your muse is really firing…I wonder, are you ‘channeling’ Shakespeare perchance? 🙂
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Thank you, Mark, as always for your supportive words. I’m afraid for the next wee while the only thing I’ll be channelling is school work and prep. Glad to do it but leaving little time for anything else. Acclimatising to a new school, new class, new term. Rather hectic. 🙂
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The energy at the moment has become a little ‘fast’ and in your face with regard to stepping out of our comfort zones. My nudge has almost gone into a free-fall.
We do like our ‘regular channels’…but ‘that will not wisdom grow’. Plus, how am I going to meet Sandra Bullock if I sit in my ‘office’ every day 🙂
Take care little Bardess, your muse will never desert you, and of a weekend an allotment of time will be bestowed upon you for that use. Your amazing enough to whip us with genius in ten minutes or so for a verse like the above? 🙂
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You’re right, Mark. I’ve gone from blobbed out to eighty miles an hour in a brief time and catching breath is a bonus! Writing has just taken on a different format for the moment. More of the planning and organising variety but enjoyable nonetheless.
Keep your eyes peeled for Sandra in these hectic days. I’m trying to make sure too I don’t miss the wood for the trees when it comes to energy spent versus worthwhile. All to the good so far. 🙂
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Fear not indeed…..
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