“breaks light”

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
a light.

light breaks
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.


About purplepeninportland

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.
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6 Responses to “breaks light”

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Nice poem, Sara. I especially like the last stanza.


  2. poetrybydebi says:

    I like all of these, Sara. The lamp is a jerk, though.


  3. Jules says:

    Fun reads. Light keeps us wanting more… Though we need to be careful with the suns’ rays.


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