A Bit of Light

I marvel at the first words

ever spoken, words that brought

existence to the the nonexistent:

“Let there be light.”

Yet we all saw fit to hide

eventually, eventually embracing

the absence of light,

content to watch shadows

on cave walls

rather than acknowledge

the sun.

That great and stalwart star

shines down with unequalled radiance

while this little rock we’re on

plays favorites.

We, the heliocentric, still espouse

the sunrise and the sunset.

Countless stars just like it

or greater

stand their ground

but even then we pick and choose

the ones we like best,

the ones that still seem

small in the illuminated darkness.

We may not number the stars

but if one goes missing,

it’s still missing.

The moon need not worry when there’s

nothing to reflect–

like a sky full of emptiness

that’s devoid of a star or two–

yet the moon does.

It circles this circling rock,

dimmer and every bit as stalwart

as the stars.

The pitch dark, the black holes–

they absorb the sounds

of bitter weeping

with vague pretenses of false security.

I stand in awe, blinded by a flickering flame.

What is there to say of

one little bit of light

like that? Like the sun? Like the stars?

Like the moon? Like a mere flicker of flame?

No matter how faded or far,














There is a poem called “Light”, written by Joy at the Yellow Brick Ave. You should read it! This waning piece of poetry was inspired by that waxing one, and though I would not call this a “response” poem, I would say that even a little light helps when everything is dark.

So let your light shine.

Go check out the Yellow Brick Ave and the excellent work posted there.


Spurious Correlation

Do you watch

the menagerie of beasts

parade along in formation

coolly in the blue

yonder up above?

Have you seen

the glistening stars

wink at you

when they mistook

the sparkle in your eyes?

Would you believe

that the rain

sometimes waits for you

to open your books

and warm your drink?

That the sun

would shine on you

no matter

what you think?


The Sungazers’ Waltz

I never looked directly

into the sun’s bright rays

to fully appreciate

the splendor as I gaze

at the brushstrokes on the land

and the painted heavens–

a feeling unparalleled,

unmatched in its pleasance.

It’s not that I’ll pay no mind

when our paths intersect

for I’ll still see the splendor

all around, indirect,

and you will still be beauty

and pleasance as you are,

and often I will ponder

of that brilliant star