little lights

[8_tigerlily_8]

I'd love a breath strong enough
to snuff every last light in this street
all snuffed but the little lights
littering the sky,
where are you now?-
O quiet ones
you wait behind
in line
for the hype to wipe us out
If I huffed this street to dark
the huddles of men
would litter the morning
with tools to fix it

Comments

[mandiebulsara]

I love this poem, and the idea behind it also. It shows how attatched we are to technology and how feeble we are compared to the endless universe that is above us. I love reading your poetry, always

Amanda

[mptaylor]

I love the little lights also. I can relate this to Tolstoy's attitude to the business of men, and how blind they are to the truth already existing around them. 'The Death of Ivan Ilych' reminds us of the little lights that flicker the truthful nature of death. But light is so powerful...and the truth is beautiful once Ivan realises this at the end of his story. I agree that men litter their lives. Our lives. It dulls the lights speaking truth. Covering our eyes with band-aids & poor immitations. Cheers!