Radiance
Caught in the light of another's shine,
Like dripping dew reflecting the sun.
Trapped between life and another's mind,
Wishing to be no lesser than one.
Glistening skin and broken stride,
Listening in on what shouldn't be said.
Spoken aloud and unable to let slide,
Cracking the silence with fired lead.
Unwanting and finding the newest stage,
Eyes trapped at the sight of stranger.
Lost to the past and the safety of cage,
And through the night to imminent danger.
Broken, flailing with too much to hold,
Dropping and wailing at the loss of sight.
No warmth remains to remove the cold,
No strength retained to continue the fight.
Over and under and all that lay between,
Times gone of times loved and cherished.
Repeat performance is yet to be seen,
Radiance dies, as the last light perished.
Can the dim and extinguished light kill the essence of our life? The answer is only in our purpose and meaning in life itself.
We ourselves dim and extinguish the light. But who expects our lights to go out?
Darkness makes us lose our grip and we will go astray because of it. If we stay focused on the purpose and meaning of life, the light will shine brighter because life must go on.
We don't want to die before death comes.
Keep fighting, because the real enemy is within us.
Perhaps we see the sunrise in a new relationship, but as time progresses, the sun sets and all that is left is darkness, until a new morning arrives.
We don't want to die before death comes
This line is so therapeutic.
Our greatest enemy is in the mind. Whatever we become comes from the mind.
Getting control over the mind is power.
Maintains sanity and keeps the light on.
No kidding, I didn't realize you did poetry too! Very nice. You are quite the jack of all trades aren't you? :)
To be very honest😂 Jack of all trades. That's the word exactly
It is fun to explore various sides of expression - though I think writing poems and being a pot are two very different things! :D
Don't sell yourself short! :)
This is sad, but I feel what you put down here. Tired of the same repetitious cycle and not feeling like you have much fight left? I get it, but there's always fight left in us, we sometimes just have to find it to keep going.
Sometimes it is hard to find the drive. Get knocked down and get up again - but how many times is it possible?
I understand but it's imperative to find it every day when one feels this way or you'll lose yourself in the process. It is possible, when I feel like that, I give myself some time out and try again the following day.
You took my advice and penned another poem. Love it! You have a good command of the vocabulary and I feel the expression nestled in your writing. Thanks.
I really should write more - they are challenging in very different ways than other forms of writing.
I was really touched with the lines in this poem which really means a lot to mankind and also showcasing what we experience on a daily basis as human.
Time gone of times loved to my understanding means nothing last forever and experiencing such again wouldn't be easy.
I guess there is always a chance for another chance, but at some point - the chances tend to dry up in life.
I am so sorry!! I accidentally pressed the down vote!! then pressed the up one.. really sorry 🙁
:D :D
These lines are very beautiful and it seems that there is a lot of words hidden here. Every stroke of the line was beautiful. You wrote very well.
Thanks.
What a nice photo, is this photo with this poetry belongs to you? If yes then I must say you are a very good photographer beside being a talented poet. Have a nice day!
Yes, the photo is mine too. I only use my own images.
Wow superb! Hats off sir 💗
A touching Peom talking about mankind, interesting aspect of life
What do you mean exactly? Do we go between our life and another people's mind? If so, this is generally correct because I many times wonder what in other people's mind, it is kinda being trapped.
Even though I'm surprised that you write poems, but I'm not surprised. lol. I don't know how that sounds You give the poet vibes from your daily write-ups and down to the title. Blows my mind every single time. lol. Jack of all trades Tarazz✨ You're gifted
Saludos @tarazkp me encanto esta frase final: La repetición está por ver,
El resplandor muere, como la última luz pereció.
I have delegated 50 hive power to my friend but so far he is not getting any curation rewards. Did I not delegate enough hive power? Or is something else wrong?
You are so talented, wonderful poem.