“Plato’s Cave” by Carol Blakney
does the light disappear
once the flames
are abruptly extinguished
we creatures consigned
to live blindly
among good and evil
no longer equipped
to discern the distinctions
suspicion and fear
overtaking our
every encounter
compelling the
animal reflex
that has us retreat
to the refuge of caves
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Poesy plus Polemics 
That is the question, a sad thing the answer. Superb muse Paul.
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no cheers today – just thanks
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i lov e that poetic mediphar, nicely written..
chris
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The image is just grand…
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Dear Sir, you have inspired this piece, written this morning;
https://deletedangel.wordpress.com/2016/07/10/extinguishing/
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nicely done, chris
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appreciate that
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thanks kindly
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The only thing i can say is, lets run to the hills and retreat.
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plenty of hills to choose from here where I am
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of course, we remember the light…the flash, the warmth… perhaps the destruction? until the darkness becomes too solid to remember anything at all
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nicely expressed
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These days, even caves may not offer adequate refuge.
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hence, my smith & wesson companion
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http://www.nytimes.com/1989/11/14/nyregion/2-officers-transporting-prisoner-are-slain-in-car.html?pagewanted=all
One of these officers was an usher when I gave my sister away.
The papers actually posted the picture of the two officers’ bodies front page.
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a horrendous story that recurs all too often
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And for far too long and in too many places for no good reasons. Agreed.
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Oh wow – strong poem. Truly hope not.
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hope is alive, but sputtering
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Powerful!
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thank you most sincerely
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Somehow we have to keep holding onto the brilliance within and never let the internal flame be put out! x Great poem and very poignant… xx
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sometimes, the darkness seems to win – thanks for your thoughtfulness
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maybe the light will one day be brighter
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would that I live to see it
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I very much hope not. Strong and sad.
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some days, pessimism gets the best of me
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Is the light extinguished the Christian faith?
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I don’t know – is it?
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That’s how I would interpret it, but did you write it with that in mind?
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for me, the joy of poetry is that its meaning is left to reader interpretation
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That’s a fair view 🙂
Thank you for sharing your work with us and being happy with us fitting the words to ourselves.
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I fear it doesn’t take much of a gust to blow out OUR flame . . .
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perhaps then we will see all
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Suspicion and fear…like the current election season.
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may we never have to endure another like this one
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