Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Porch Lights

Lightning bugs
like hope.

She drags herself
through the day
on the very same thing.


janetleigh said...

There's something so appealing about this poem, Brian. It reminds me of how one feels when they're depressed and the hope of recovery is like a flickering candle. Makes one wonder whether one's a breath away from being extinguished by something/someone outside one's control. You say so much about despair in an economy of words.

I like this poem very much. :)

S. Thomas Summers said...

enjoyed how the poems work together...a sequence.

s. thomas summers