the Lamp

such a brightness after dark,
like a candle in a window
Just a novelty no one notices,
like L.A. in the October desert.

colorless, inert as the wind,
glowing and functional always
Until the power fades away.
only the blind can see tomorrow.

resting, roosting, the pigeon sits,
preening and scratching its skin
As to this lamp, painted black.
no more sorrow, only light.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2010-01-04 at 03:55

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
poignant line "only the blind can see tomorrow"

~L.~
2010-01-09


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2010-01-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Enjoyed this very much Morpheus. The light with in , reflexes , so we are with hope.
Have a good and fruitful new year.
Ken
2010-01-04