Written for: The Twiglets #244 - "breaks light"
waiting for light
to break through
When lightbulb crashed
to the floor, it's tiny
pieces formed a mosaic.
Hard to clean up without
across branches of maples
bird's cue to sing
When a man purchased a brand new lamp
he placed it next to a thriving house plant.
The light was intense,
the plant took offense.
Leaves browned and fell; lamp ignored demise of plant.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Nice poem, Sara. I especially like the last stanza.
I like all of these, Sara. The lamp is a jerk, though.
Lamps can be that way. Thanks, Debi.
Fun reads. Light keeps us wanting more… Though we need to be careful with the suns’ rays.
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