I am looking at the campfire light,
the warmth, the heat, the hotness.
I look at the bright orange fire,
growing bigger every second.
I go back inside my tent,
watching glow worms crawl up the side.
The tiny little bodies their source of glow-worm light!
I thought I walked out the door
It was a hot sunny day
Felt the sun shining on my face
I walked down the street
I say hello to everyone I meet
I looked back to see the cutest boy
He waved hello with eyes alight
I gave a little wave back
The boy fades and I awake
the light is gone
The boy was fake
It stood there majestically
with intense perseverance
as its wax trickled down gently
down its slender spine
In picturesque elegance, as
the snow
trickling down
Mount Everest
or like
dewdrops trickling down
grass.
Its light flickered-
As the natterjack toads
And the Apollo Butterflies
Crouched together
in sadness
A candle- a mere candle
lit by a careless traveller
had illuminated the habitation
around
Without any
shrill shrieks
A guiding light- god’s blessing
The extraordinary astounding thing-
LIGHT!!!
The animals were held in awe
Early man’s discovery- the last flame flickered,
bid the habitation smiling farewell
and died out
The last drop of melted wax
splashed down
to the floor
to dissolve into the
earth
eventually
I have a shivery feeling in my spine,
Something just isn’t fine.
Everything doesn’t seem right.
Oh, goodness, where is the light?
Wherever is that flashlight,
My brother waved in my face,
Taunting me to no end,
Be it day or night?
Where are Grandma’s candles,
And their wavering, flickering glow,
All of a sudden they’ve disappeared,
Perhaps they were more than ol’ gram could handle?
Where, oh where, is the steady glare,
Of Dad’s study lamp,
As he scribbles frantically,
Beneath it’s undying flare?
Oh where, oh where has the light got to?
I knew it was mischievous,
But how I miss it now,
Oh, please, light, come back, do!
I’ll do anything,
Give up pizza,
Stop watching TV
Or even sing…
For you to come back, light,
Why, aren’t you stubborn!
Whatever is wrong, brightness,
Have we had a fight?
I’ve tried everything,
From candles to computers,
Fires to floodlights…
Or, perhaps, I could… open my eyes?
There goes Grandma, candle in hand,
Dad groaning for her to join a band,
Brother’s got hold of the flashlight again,
But most of all…
Sparkling sunlight flows through the nooks,
Crannies and cracks, onto my books,
Where, oh where is the light?
Beautiful light, shining bright.
THE ANSWER…..
Everywhere!!!!!
Sunlight slowly seeps
into these brittle bones of mine,
which in the midst of winter creak
like an old toy
whose key has remained unwound
for decades of years.
It gives my heart life, this light,
its soft, caressing warmth a cloak
that reminds me of a now hazy past,
filled with dirt-speckled dungarees
and the chaos and joy that co-exist
in a full home.
Golden rays run across the porch,
across my rocking chair,
across the bark of the oak tree
which still has carved into it
all of our names.
My eyes follow this trail
that winds its way across my backyard,
leading my thoughts
into a now almost forgotten past,
and I remember.
I remember steaming cups of cocoa,
catching snowflakes on my tongue,
dancing deliriously to the beat of laughter,
and making snow angels under the sun.
I remember my father making Ma a hot cuppa,
the pumpkin-frosting cake that was his favorite,
and the way she’d rest her head on his shoulder
when they waltzed under the mistletoe every year.
But just like the fog on our windows
that would appear every single dawn,
my memories have but more or less faded away now,
receding so deep into my mind
that only a few still stay to surface again.
And sitting here, all alone on my porch,
I sigh and close my eyes,
while the sunlight dances across my eyelids
like those fleeting memories of mine.
The sun is going away
It is only 2pm!
I need to get the sun back up in the sky
It turned into a
fish and I threw it into the sky.
The end.
No, I want to go to the end of the poem
OK, I like the sun in the sky I said.
I like the cool sun in the sky.
The End
MORE!
That was the End
I wake up early at night remembering yesterday’s fight.
I have a bad dream which gives me a fright so
I look out the window and see the moonlight.
It looks so bright like a huge star in sight or a big white
kite.
I go back to bed to sleep the night away,
dreaming what I might do tomorrow.
Street light, candle light,
whatever light you wish!
Might you, won’t you,
switch on the lights?
There’s firework lights, glow-worm lights
whatever light you wish!
Might you, won’t you
switch on the lights?
Lights, lights everywhere!
Hundreds, millions, billions and even trillions
Just so many lights!
The softness of the moonlight
lighting up the sky,
the stars are awaking
as the sun waves goodbye.
The evening sunset
across the rippling sea,
as the waves slowly fade away,
the idea shines out of me…
At the dead of night,
There is a fight,
Between the sun and the moon!
The sun is strong and bright,
While the moon is plain and light,
When the sun rises everyone’s as happy as can be
When the sun sets everyone just needs the key!
So at night it’s a tug of war,
The sun and the moon are not on the floor.
Now you know what happens at night,
But the thing is, who won?
The sun or the moon?