Sometimes as
I’m waking,
small light
drifts just
past the curtains of an aphotic yesterday,
a glimmer
in this big
expanse
where
wholeness and possibility
have fallen
dry like leaves;
like stars,
hidden half
the time.
Sometimes I
hold my breath in this space
of little
light
wondering how
long it will stay so dark.
It’s then I close
my eyes in peace,
exhaling a
smile of knowing
more dark is
just more room
for small
light
to grow.
© 2013
Jennifer Wagner
For Kim's very cool prompt over at Poets United Verse First: A Place in the Universe.
Sometimes I hold my breath in this space - This is great and what a fantastic picture of life and hope. Light always overcomes darkness.
ReplyDeleteYour last stanza is masterful... and so true. Our light permeates darkness. Our brilliance illuminates the skies. Brava!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is truly an encouragement for positive thinking, no matter the circumstances!
ReplyDeletethose little glimpses of light are so perfectly breathtaking. you make the dark not seem so horrifying.
ReplyDeleteI breathed in and exhaled this poem like air, food for heart lungs soul. We will have to help that light to grow, but, as you say so beautifully, opportunity exists.
ReplyDeleteyes. splendor starts with small things.
ReplyDeleteWell expressed Jennifer.
That darkness is needed - cool poetic style.
ReplyDeleteNo matter how dark the night is, it has to move away when light shines....
ReplyDeletewhere wholeness and possibility
ReplyDeletehave fallen dry like leaves;
like stars,
hidden...ah, nice...this sets the tension and i so love your release in the end...the dark being more room for the light....gorgeous piece....
What a sense of floating I had while reading your words... a lightness... a hoping! Beautiful.(Social) Justice
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, I love your work, Janet. I LOVE this so much, especially "more dark is just more room for...light to grow". And
ReplyDelete"where wholeness and possibility
have fallen dry like leaves;
like stars"
Beautiful writing!
"small light drifts just past the curtains of an aphotic yesterday" Wow! Aphotic (what a lovely new word)for: growing in the absence of light - inspired and inspiring, Jennifer.
ReplyDelete**a glimmer
ReplyDeletein this big expanse
where wholeness and possibility
have fallen dry like leaves;**
I love that. It's the glimmer that means so much. What a lovely poem.
last lines had me holding my breath..painted a pretty picture.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so beautiful, its gives me hope!
ReplyDeleteLove how you turned the darkness into a place of hope!
ReplyDeleteVery inspiring piece!
ReplyDeleteI like the darkness that ends with a bit of hope. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteTo find hope in the darkness, a beautiful concept which often is where we do see our light. Beautiful Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteLoved the idea that dark is a place where more light can grow. A beautiful thought!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful yes, we always must see the light in the dark! Love the hope offered in your words :D
ReplyDeleteDrinking in slowly the spirit of light and hope! wonderful
ReplyDeleteI needed this poem right now. thank you so much
ReplyDeleteSpirited ending to this lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteWithout darkness, there can be no light, so they say. And, I've always liked small lights best anyway.
ReplyDeleteI love the introspective nature of this...very beautiful.
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