A lightless sky,
where have the Northern Lights gone?
I can't see where the water starts,
or where the trees bend,
or when the night begins.
All because of
a lightless sky.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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I see the lightless sky in your work.
ReplyDeletewell put.
Cool J.B. Cool
ReplyDeleteYou have captured "lightlessness" very well:) Good work!
ReplyDeleteI just posted a poem with the imagery of bending trees!! Awesome coincidence!!! You are good, JB. Keep up this poetry thing. I always like your work.
ReplyDelete...a lightless sky...
ReplyDelete...I like that line...cool indeed. (^_^)
simple,elegant and beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGreat flow here. A keeper for sure.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Uma... simple and elegant. Love and Light, Sender
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