And the light was there…

(From Shuttlecock)

A closer dark encircles me
I find it harder to shake it off
the achromatic pewter dusk-dawn-sky
deepens to a coal blackness

regrets-strewn night descends icily
I singe my fingers as I reach out to the moon
all I wanted was a sip of cold winter
to damp down despair with numbing coldness

as the night begins to wear down
touched by the gentle golden fingers of the sun
the hedgerows birds suddenly begin to sing
I sit shivering and stuporous, with my sullen loneliness

Light alights on my sagging shoulders
lightening the burden of fears I carry
making light of the quilt of pain around me
and I shed my weariness.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write about light.

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The sleepy-sloppy ones in the morning
The hurried ones before rushing to school
The tired ones on return in the afternoon
The unexpected ones melting my heart
The warm snuggles at bedtime

The tight ones
The forced ones
The perfunctory ones
The rolling eyes ones
The light as gossamer ones
The making up ones
The ‘love you’ ones

The days when doubts plague
Disenchantment lingers and heart’s fragile
My kids’ hugs make better those days
Simple pleasures that light up my life
Making everything seem so worthwhile.

Light me a lamp

Light me a lamp, dear one!
not just when the nights are dark
but even on the brightest of days
sometimes the sun blinded by
its own luminescence
needs light to be able to shine light

Light me a lamp, dear one!
when one by one each hope is plucked
to be bruised like petals
by the hands of childish fate
soothing light is the salve most needed then

Light me a lamp, dear one!
the scented secrets shining in the eyes
have lost their sheen
the incessant flow of tears curtains the luminosity
let the flame reflect in them

Light me a lamp, dear one
truth cowers in the opacity of lies
unsure and unsung, sinking into oblivion
all it needs is a glimmer
to come into its own once again

Light me a lamp, dear one
untold miseries may rain on me
life may carry distress in its reticule
this tremulous, flickering light
holds a promise of tomorrow

Light me a lamp, dear one
let me uncoil the mysteries of life
wrapped in brittle, yellowing paper
the twists and turns of labyrinthine
life I will navigate stoically
gift me the light of friendship
to guide me onwards always.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/27/what-do-you-see-114-december-27-2021/

I hope 2022 is better for all of us. May we all continue to look out for each other, hold each others hand in the blogosphere and have the resilience to ride the rough times. A very Happy New Year. Stay you, stay safe.