At long last the light
breaks in and brings the beauty
of the scribbles-- the
scratches-- I made on
the wall of my consciousness
to light.
breaks in and brings the beauty
of the scribbles-- the
scratches-- I made on
the wall of my consciousness
to light.
I am so glad the scribbles looked beautiful. It makes the poem happy
ReplyDeleteand light. Thank you for sharing and all the best for the coming year!
Thank you, Linda!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it takes the light breaking in to illuminate what we knew all along! Don't you love seeing how everyone interprets this differently? I like that you're seeing the "beauty/of the scribbles"!
ReplyDeleteLovely. I also love that photo.
ReplyDeleteHappy New year, dear poet. xoxo
Thank you, Karen. I do enjoy seeing how everyone interprets the image. It helps me see something new each time!
ReplyDeleteOh, my. That is perfect! Thank you, Erin, and Happy New Year!
ReplyDelete"Consciousness to light." Beautiful words and wonderful poem
ReplyDelete'wall of my consciousness' was a delightful twist. Happy New Year Erin.
ReplyDeleteI love the way your next-to-last line brings the prompt image into the individual consciousness, Erin. No external geography but an internal one. Nice contrast of the scribbles one makes (perhaps desperately) and the enlightenment that breaks in.
ReplyDeleteI love the epigrammatic quality of this. The feel coming off of this little gem was rather like Fitzgerald's interpretation of Khayyam's Rubaiyat.
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that put the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Interesting! I like the manner with which you personalized the image. Lovely!
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