light

musings while watching a smokey red harvest moon

Light

Every day since the day

I was born 

I have opened my eyes to light

Little nano bundles 

Weightless

Sparks from a star

Pool in my orbs 

Like ringing bells

Electrifying 

Waves to the back of my brain

Joy in the colors I would play

In rust reds of sun rise

And those sad sets

Arms and lips 

Comfort and content

But when I peer

Into those harsh blues

Pain can penetrate 

Searing holes deep into my soul. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Every verse of this offering save the last is uplifting and pleasant. The various ways in which the speaker interacts with light are dwelt upon and their effects are celebrated. Then we are told of the grim results of peering "into those harsh blues" and everything changes. Pain, soul deep pain, reigns. This outcome can have only one source: romantic love.

[albee]

in deep appreciation, I rase my glass to you
insight, elegance and reflection you send to me
a resonance of light, I did not see

[albee]

should I have said raise my glass to Thee?
it would have been a triple rhyme I did not see...

[albee]

I am serious when I say I did not see
necessarily
the pains of love's couplings I have suffered
the hot harsh blues I was thinking of...
...just life's contumelies...