Light

The street lights shake

They say that I’m fake--

I’m not really as excited

As they are.

The wind blew strong

I can’t run that’s wrong--

Flow with the wind

It carries me.

Light as a feather

No matter the weather--

Rain or sunshine

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Dylan S

Reviews

[Neville]

I like the fact that these words or at least the title can be taken in more than just the one way .. Light being a very subjective concept depending upon the measurement of .. nah let's not go there... I enjoyed visiting you my friend and hope to pop back from time to time.... write on and stay safe .. Neville

[Ankita Dwivedi]

It leaves a lot of scope for the imagination of the reader .Striking .

[Lia Columbus]

There is whole word of meaning in these lines. 'I can't run that's wrong' is so powerful. Keep writing mate

[Papaya]

The light is lovely and all but sometimes the dark feels safer because it's easier to hide.
I like the strength in the voice here acknowledging that running is wrong. A courageous stance

[John the Baptist]

Light is meant in two ways in this poem. In the first verse the speaker feels inadequate in the glare of the streetlights. The impression conveyed is that it's all in the speaker's mind. In verse two the wind seems to give him strength; there is an apparent resolve to defy the inferiority feelings. In verse three the situation is reversed. Light now means the heaviness has been lifted from him and he is carried by newfound faith, despite the weather. Sometimes a breath of fresh air is all it takes.

[Chris Shaw]

Multi meaning here, but the first that came to mind was the acceptance of a situation, and just going with the flow regardless and making the most of little. Yes, no matter what the elements orc seasons bring.

Chris

[Inessa]

"The street lights shake..."...I like the image in that line. It is suggestive of very strong wind and one that can blow the poet away since he is not as robust as the lights themselves. Sometimes its best to give in to the wind and go where he carries us. For some of us that have no strength to fight it, we are carried away to where fate decides. It's an interesting poem.

[Dave Brown]

We had one of your weather relatives blow through the other night and more than the street lights were shakin