Sometimes we are left with no choice but to carry our own light within our hearts, as other people and outside influences have darkened ours so much in the past. Sometimes the wind that comes along to knock out the light is just what we need and sometimes we need to keep a tiny flame lit inside just in case we can't find our way again. A very thoughtful piece! Best, Elizabeth
This could be taken two ways and I am trying to figure it out which way it was intended. But then that would ruin your trademark crypticness, wouldn't it...:~)
Cryssa
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on July 15, 2008
Wow - 1974 (I was 10). I love this; it's like seeing into a younger version of you. The style is different from now, yet the "You" of it still shines through. It's like looking through a family photo album and seeing a picture of you from years ago and saying "Look at you! I recognize you, but you're even better looking now!"
I am catching up with some of your writings this evening... this one sent chills through me because I know I could have written it at one time... excellent work!
Myrna
One can really think when in the dark and the scars of life are examples of how we persevered and over came wounds inflicted
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on August 22, 2007
An intense and most deep poem, one that I enjoyed, blessings, Holly
Reviewed by Nancy Meeks (Reader)
Reviewed on August 15, 2007
Hello John,
Your poems sure make one think about their own life. Usually whenever my drawbridge shut it was because I came across the answer like a lightbulb being turned on....and then finally I could rest, because I had my answer and could put the torch out. Great poem John!
Nancy
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on August 12, 2007
Oh I know this feeling sooooo well...
It took me ages
to relight
that flame of torch
now burning bright
As one wander inside the heart it will have been wise to come inside holding a bromm to sweep away all those lose pains left there by people that perhaps we don't even remember.
The sacars? they only forgetables pictures on the wall.
Well written.
Georg
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Rene'
I love your poetry. I think you write great poetry!
Myrna
Your poems sure make one think about their own life. Usually whenever my drawbridge shut it was because I came across the answer like a lightbulb being turned on....and then finally I could rest, because I had my answer and could put the torch out. Great poem John!
Nancy
It took me ages
to relight
that flame of torch
now burning bright
Vesna:)
The sacars? they only forgetables pictures on the wall.
Well written.
Georg
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