light
a wave flipping flopping crisscrossing
a particle bouncing lingering standing out1
look at it up close
the light bounces off your eye
nudging the wave you see ever so slightly2
a pixel contains a single color
it paints no picture
allows no interpretation
it’s a single representation of its own area3
a flood of light enters the window in early morning
and we can see clearly what light is4
we feel happiness
in our bodies
in our skin
it vibrates in tune with life5
light striking an object
brings it to life
draws it out of the dark
helps define its raw edges6
the joy of light
its unconditional embrace surrounds us in peace
we are awakened by its presence7
what has anyone really discovered about light?
its rhythm, its tune, its sense?
what still evades us?8
only the time it takes
to shed the light
to open the window
it is all we need
for us to remember9
light does not communicate
it’s not a negotiator
it flies in or
it does not10
the simple strength of its nature is
without recourse
without dissolution
a wave crashing on the beach
a particle jumbled in the sand11
there is only one way to face it
open yourself up to it12
you will never be it
or become it
you will never manufacture it
or sell it13
if it has no where to go
it dissolves into darkness
and that is all there is14
openings are everywhere
the sun is everywhere
what blocks the openings,
but us walking in front of them?
nothing
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Very nice work...twas thinking this would be sort of a light (no pun intended) and not so intense poem but the ending..."what blocks the openings,
but us walking in front of them? nothing" changed My mind about that.
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Excellent poem. Everything flowed in place.
One of the stanzas that I really liked was this one:
'light striking an object
brings it to life
draws it out of the dark
helps define its raw edges'
I am not so sure as to why I like this stanza so much but maybe because it has meaning to it. When lights hits an object, you can see it clearer and all of its beauty. As to when it's dark, you can't really see it that good.
In this poem, I also liked how you gave light characteristics.
By doing so, it gave us a better understanding of what light does. The last stanza was also great as well.
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Excellent... I am an avid fan of poetry and this was made a wonderful read. Thanks for sharing.
you will never be it
or become it
you will never manufacture it
or sell it- spot on!
Loved it all... Peace, and have a nice day...
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Really liked the ending
Infact i liked it all.
And im not normally into poems
beginning: 5, language: 4, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 3, characters: 3.
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Could you be a little more specific about what you liked/didn't like? Thanks for reading!
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This is a nice poem, I like the ending best
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Hey, this is interesting.
but then again, I've always been a devout fan in the comprehension of light. I've read numerous research papers on it and studied it rather intensively as it is the very source of our existence, both at the base of our food chain(photo-synthesis) and in representation of life in all of it's beauty.
So I really dug this poem. This is an interesting take in that it paints the immutable characteristic of light, that it just is, which I'm not sure I agree with. Light is many different things depending on the filter through which it is seen. Light may be blue, or red or a whole host of other hues and colors due the filtering characteristics of the lens through which one gains perspective. True, light has an immutable nature, but the fullness of that nature is not realized until it is seen, hence that full nature is to none effect until perceived. If you don't see it, is it still there? Perhaps, but not to the unseeing.
The light that we see here on earth is not pure light, as many wavelengths and their respective hues are lost when passing through various mediums, be it the atmosphere of the sun it escapes through or the atmosphere the of the earth it must travel through to reach us. These wavelengths and their energy are absorbed by the corresponding quanta of the same frequency in the medium that is passed through. Energy is stolen from light as it passes through. This accounts for the black bands, or spectral lines everpresent when the full spectrum of light is viewed when refracted through a prism. Hence, we only get part of the picture. There is no such thing as pure light on the earth. So to, does light when metaphorized into love, as you seem to make the inference here in your poem, not represent the whole picture when passing through the media of another's personal experience. It all has to do with perspective, and our perspective is colored by the medium of our personal experience. Thus light, as love, is not the same to all people. Some people are colorblind and can see only certain frequencies due to their experience.
Anyway, I don't know why I launched on this lengthy diatribe, but it was all your fault because of this write, so you accomplished something here. A write should always strive to emote and inspire feeling and thought in another and that's just what this did as it got my mind wheels a whirring. I'm an overthinker and I like to think, so thanks for the excuse and thanks for this good write even if I don't intrinsically agree with the philosophy I perceive it purports beneath it all.
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What is the philosophy you think this poem exudes?
I think you're right about many different ways of looking at things. This poem, for example, could be about truth to a different reader or about practically anything to yet someone else!
Thanks a bunch for the in depth critique; it is much appreciated!
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