Dreaming Through the Dark
During the long twilight of winter
I become a bulb in the ground—
small & still
inside myself.
I close my eyes,
swimming in darkness,
willing the pinprick of light
to expand
until I am my own sun.
Dreaming Through the Dark
During the long twilight of winter
I become a bulb in the ground—
small & still
inside myself.
I close my eyes,
swimming in darkness,
willing the pinprick of light
to expand
until I am my own sun.
Enchantment!
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Why, Thank you! 🙂
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Lovely, Tai. The short poem is often the most difficult to write.
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Thanks, Tricia! ☺️
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Thanks, Tricia! 😀
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“…willing the pinprick of light to expand until I am my own sun.”
Brilliant and inspiring!! I love this poem!
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Thank you, Kate! 😀
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