Lights Poem


Some lights are more fun than others.

Halo, orb, rainbow.

A pleasure to see at a light show.

Expected and meant to impress.

Much preferred to what one sees before blacking out.

An unexpected last jolt of visual feedback that only one person can see.

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Sunlight is wonderful on a mild day.

A warm glow that gently warms from the outside in.

Easily enjoyed like that breeze in your hair.

A shared experience that improves living even if just a little bit.

Much preferred to the sun on a hot day.

Beating down until your skin cracks like long dried mud.

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What lights do you keep in your life?

The ones that delight or the ones that isolate.

The kind that bring life or harm.

There is definitely a kind that I want.

And tend to on the regular.

I just have to remember to turn all the rest off.


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