Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2021
by the time
we see the light
it has already
died

I'm trying
not to let that
carry
too much meaning
but
it's getting more difficult
these days

celebrate the light
allow it to permeate
to dazzle
and blind

nothing is gained
from looking ahead
into its darkness
instead
celebrate its light;
that it reached you
at all

though it may have been brief
think
on what was gained
a light
         a warmth
                        a life
By Hemingway's Beard
Written by
By Hemingway's Beard  Here...or here abouts
(Here...or here abouts)   
978
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems