Monday, March 12, 2012

CITY LIGHTS


her world was a black hole of emptiness
a hollow home where the sun never shines
raining dust between the storms
where fingertips search beyond despair
and walk towards a new neighborhood
searching for City Lights

she wondered why she was still alive
in a world of forgotten nothingness
pouring darkness from the storm
unable to see the path to remember
and read her unspoken words
to the dead poets at City Lights

uncomfortable with midnight at high noon
she discarded old thoughts and decided to leave
finding the door that was unlocked
she discovered the truth about herself
and walked with her dark poems
to read at City Lights

11 comments:

jabblog said...

I like 'raining dust between the storms' - very evocative. A poem of hope, ultimately.

Kay said...

i really enjoyed reading your work....the end felt she was walking into the light....guess we all trying to find that door...x

Lyn said...

This is wonderful..so glad that she was rescued by poetry..hope springs....

Merlyn said...

very nice! A goodly home is to find a place to read your poems...
:)

Helen said...

'uncomfortable with midnight at high noon' .. great line!! :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles...i def like the turn at the end..in finding herself and then her voice...

kaykuala said...

Yes, must she stay on! There's so much to savor out there, which she finally did! Great verse Wayne!

Hank

Laurel's Quill said...

I like this very much...some of your word choices evoke images that seem familiar to me...or too my past:) Nice. Laurel

Kathe W. said...

I like the positive ending-discarding old thoughts and moving forward

Tess Kincaid said...

I especially like "uncomfortable with midnight at high noon"...nice write Wayne...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Glad she found that door and discovered the truth.

Anna :o]