Poetry
Solitary Light
Solitary Light
There is a light
a gentle light.
Sometimes it’s just a flicker
blown by harsh winds,
cold nights,
lonely moments,
it struggles to stay lit.
Sometimes it shines brightly
its glow
incandescent.
Others come,
drawn by its tender luster,
basking in its luminosity,
touched,
their own flames slowly rekindled
by its warmth,
which in turn
makes the gentle flame dance brightly
with joy,
quietly radiant.
Until,
once warmed,
they vanish
like a puff of smoke.
And the bright flame flickers
in sorrow
in confusion
in loss.
The light is dimmed.
Now just a tiny red ember.
But
it refuses to go out
to die.
Like hope
it remains
A tiny spark
waiting
for someone
or something
to fan the ember
breathe life into it again
and start a fire.
[My NaBloPoMo post for 11/12/2014, even though I missed midnight by a few minutes!]
Fault Lines
Fault lines
Stress fractures
Hidden deep
Sometimes dormant
Even forgotten
Until …
A moment
An implication
A thoughtless action
An inaction
Unknowingly
Prods
Pokes
Jabs
Dagger sharp
Disclosing
Evincing
My fault lines
Again
And again
And again
This Caring Heart 