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
That great and stalwart star
shines down with unequalled radiance
while this little rock we’re on
We, the heliocentric, still espouse
the sunrise and the sunset.
Countless stars just like it
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.