Light-footed, light dances on water;
light-fingered, it steals from Picassos and decor
whatever is less than light fast. And we,
at its light shows of sun rise and set
are lifted light-hearted or - truth be known -
light-drunk or light-headed again.
And lightsome it is, this lighter-than-air light
pen from heaven, presenting our world - light
pollution the downside; reflections of glory the up.
Yet lightweight our words at its wonders,
and lighter than lightweight there at the end
as we wait for its final "lights out"!
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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I am filled with a sense of lightness today. Thanks for a wonderful poem. Much like light striking a surface some of this is absorbed, some reflected and scattered. All making up the color of our memories.
Dave, just to say, you were the 10,000 hit on 120 Socks, so as a reward, feel free to copy The 120 Sock Badge on the bottom right of the site. Thanks for being such a loyal visitor, and I hope this little item cheers up your day!
Certainly not a light poem. Excellent read.
Very clever play on the word Dave.
i dunno- "Lights out" has been said that then is when the lights come on!
Fun poem, Mr. David!
I'm all lit up after reading this! LOL
A light bulb appeared when i was reading this fantastic poem :-).
I like the analogy very much. Thanks for it.
Wow! Thanks - and congrats to you for the 10,000 hits! Well done and well deserved.
A ray of hope. Thanks.
Thanks for letting me down lightly.
The Weaver of Grass
Yes, I suppose there's truth in that saying.
Not a shadow on you anywhere, I'll be bound!
Ah! Was it on or off?
This caught my eye as I was reading your MagPie. I absolutely love, love, love the play of words, rhythm and creativity.
Truly enjoyed this one as well.
The essence is certainly not as light! Very well done..
you got your message crossed.
Hopeful ray of light ... Keep writing!
So much light to experience before the light out !
Bless you :)
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