the lightkeeper.

by hiraeth   Dec 20, 2019


winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying
oak tree planted loosely outside acts
as a haven for now. though i suspect
they’ve never turned down a free meal,
or it might be that my house wears wreaths,
while adorned with christmas lights.

a working theory:
light does not explore darkness
with hopes of curing it, but rather
in search of other light -

i refuse to believe that light was
destined to live such a woeful life.

i confess; every time i find myself
astray in turbulent waves,
(like a lone boat rocking in the sea)
your light leaked on the horizon,
warming the seas.

i always swam back to you.
always.

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  • 3 months ago

    by Brittany Ottmo

    I like this a lot! It has good imagery and makes me believe in the light again! Thank you! ????

  • 6 months ago

    by Rania Moallem

    I melt*

    It's shame that I'm always busy now and I don't get to read your poems on spot as before. I am so sad I couldn't read this one, in particular, before now. What an absolutely absolute poem. Your words do so much, they are drastic.

    i refuse to believe that light was
    destined to live such a woeful life.
    ^I wish i can replace comments with sound effects for lines like these. They poke the heart.

    And then that last verse, i could imagine myself lost in a vast angry sea on a dark night with some light emerging warming the surface and I reaching for that savor.

    I am left with so many emotions reading and actually find myself in your lines here. It's on my favorites.

  • 7 months ago

    by Koan

    It is beautiful... Your poem has such tranquil voice... Truly enjoyed it

  • 7 months ago

    by Brenda

    Mark, this it truly beautiful. I love your imagery of the winter and the lights. Your pieces are a joy to read.

    • 7 months ago

      by hiraeth

      Thank you Brenda!

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