“Via Negativa”


(Painting by Jane Kohut-Bartels)


Winter is the perfect channel

To carry Via Negativa,

No static

Just Silence, Stillness

And the Dark.


On this path,

We sit in contemplation,

No answers,

No struggle,

empty as an eggshell.


This time is colored by little outside;

A flash of darting cardinal

Like a stream of blood

racing past our eyes,

The sound of a falling limb

our eyes searching the skies,

The moaning of the wind

bustling around limbs,

And the rattle of skeleton- bones

Of the attic haunts.


And yes, Death,

As Winter brings

To those who succumb to frigid winds,

And those lost from shelter.


We spiral into the Darkness,

Where we barely draw breath,

Conserve our energy,

And stare outside at

A blank palette.


Stilling ourselves,

We draw closer to low fires,

Scratch our dried skin

Like monks in  hair shirts,

And, with time and patience–

spiral back into the light of Spring.


Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2020




2 Responses to ““Via Negativa””

  1. Kanti Burns Says:

    Reblogged this on Kanti Burns, Poems, Book Reviews and more ….

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ladynyo Says:

    thank you, Kanti. It is a grim poem, but suits the Winter reason.


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