For the Poet Who Shines

You arrived

the way quiet things do,

not with thunder

but with a pulse I felt

before I named it.

Your lines drifted toward me

like tide-carried glass,

softened by storms

I never saw

but somehow recognized.

There is a shine in you

that does not brag,

a glow born from

what you have survived,

the kind that appears

after saltwater,

after long nights,

after choosing to rise.

I read you,

and something in me

leans closer,

as if your voice

remembers a place

I have never been

but still belong to.

If you ever wonder

whether your words matter,

know this:

they reached me.

They stayed.

They keep lighting small lanterns

in the quiet parts

of my day.

Reviews

[someguy772]

I think this is an interesting concept when it comes to love and romance. So many times do we see in movies, read in books, listen in songs , and imagine love presenting its self in a loud theatrical fashion. When the more grounded reality is it comes subtly and almost unexpected. Solid poem!

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Someguy772

[Ken Simm.]

This is a true pean of praise to an unknown poet. Who also like you knows the need for experience in their writing..

[Desert Knave]

I like this. I have had a favorite poet who shines for me and this just touches a familiar chord. Nicely done. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I just read and reviewed a poetry book that has done this to me. "Before I Lie" by Dralandra Larkins.
I am still feeling the inspiration she gave to me with her words. I shall hold on to those lanterns.
j.

[Curly Grace]

Thank You, Jacob. I will look into this book.

[John the Baptist]

Ah, but that we all could have this sort of effect on our readers.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, John.
Your kindness means a lot to me.

[Chris]

This one sits in a rocking chair behind my eyes... comfortably.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Chris

[Chris]

You're welcome, Sarah.