there is nothing, so satisfying, as being the light
in a dark room
When you walk in, faces dim
your presence, changes that
some resist—they have to
to go along with you, would be, to get drunk on light
this world is dark, and the people in it, are lost
the light, begins with you, and ends, with other points of light
at first, you are sleeping in the dark, and you can’t breathe
because, something wakes you up
a lack of air
an invisible lack, you can’t see in the dark
you turn-on your reading light, but the words are a waste
someone wrote something
who is lost
finding those who are found
is an anchor, in the library
through swirling gales of TV
and news,
meant to confuse
You find a point of light, that spreads
and those who are found
are profound
It takes time, to understand
Their simple words are not meant to confuse
Turning complicated, into Simple
is an Art.
It becomes a craft, to Cultivate light
Only use it for good
Don’t spread darkness, for your own gain
Those who do, while they have the Truth
are devils.
Light is Light and that’s alright.
Good one.
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Thanks G.W.!!! 🙂 Good to see you in the comments, again. I’m glad that you enjoyed it!
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Elegant and radiant work of poetry, IS. “News meant to confuse.” I Love how this imagery of the neon screen adds to the motif of darkness. Lost in a dark room. “Those who are found are profound.” You sure found it here!
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Thanks Experience Film! 🙂 Writing is a gamble, and sometimes, we get lucky! I appreciate your kind words. IS 🙂
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