Flashlight

And so without
yes or no
we cry for meaning.

Sunlight-moonlight-
not the frost
shimmering
from the table
in surrealistic shadows
forgotten in disgrace.

Here we are!
The yellow centre of gravity
does not trap
the focus of the universe.
Shapes enlarge.
People wander.
The zone remains feathered.
Without a chance
you and I
create fantasies.

We live them.
They matter.
One day becomes
as sliced up
as any other.
We push magic,
egos flattered.
And so we gather
pieces of the puzzle
that we can assemble,
in the dark,
without a flashlight.

Headstones proclaim
our atmosphere.
We breathe
yet the sound
does not travel.

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

i feel like this is missing a critical piece of the story, but i kind of love that it does. let us assume what you know and what we think it correct. powerful.

[realmwriter]

We are deff to our own ignorance. And blind to our fate. Wel done Chris!

[ClaireBear]

wow. i'm speechless

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Good imagery

[imagination101]

Brilliantly crafted!

[storiestotell]

Well penned!

[. serah .]

Often words personify that "flashlight". If something's been written about, it's been responded to. Poets make the universe less silent.

[Groovy]

If poignant was ever meant to describe anything, this piece is it.

[Orlando Furioso]

Now yr talking. This is far more sensible that sandcasles in the sky. The word CREATE is the most important to me. And maybe we do live what we create. But I don't hink they matter at all. Nor do we. Nor does it matter that we do not travel. The greater universe is within us, so we don't need to travel...just look within with our flashlight insight.

[Emily Burns]

someone asked me yesterday

if people wish on stars,

what do stars wish on?

I figure stars wish on poets.