Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Porch Lights

Lightning bugs
flicker
like hope.

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

2 comments:

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

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