Tag: light

May 26, 2025

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Green Marvel (Acronita fallax)

Night light a bit too bright

Misguided moth settles on the screen

Night flight, viburnum bite

Interrupted by the porch light scene

Black and white fringe delights

Bordering a mint-chocolate-chip green

Moss-like during daylight

Bulb out! Return to woodland canteen.

A naturette poem.

A form I invented to celebrate tiny bits of nature.

Rhyme, lines and syllables are:

6AA, 9B, 6CC, 9B, 6DD, 9B, 6EE, 9B

This one is inspired by my love of and curiosity for moths. And what lands on the screen door on those warm evenings when I leave the porch light on.

January 24, 2021

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Light and Shade

One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.

When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never ending shade?

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

But seek no honor in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here.

Lift up your eyes upon this day breaking for you.

A Cento Poem created from lines of past Inaugural addresses. After listening and watching Amanda Gorman’s poem recitation at the recent Inauguration I became curious about past Inauguration poems. I found them and started looking for common themes between them.

The lines above are from the following poems:

Angelou, M. (1993). On the pulse of morning.  (Bill Clinton’s Inauguration 1993)

Alexander, E. (2009). Praise song for the day.  (Barak Obama’s Inauguration 2009)

Blanco, R. (2013) One Today. (President Barak Obama’s Inauguration 2013)

Gorman, A. (2021), The Hill We Climb. (President Joe Biden’s Inauguration 2021)

December 30

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A Ministry Concert at the old Electric Factory in Philadelphia

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Colorful lights

dot the small spaces

left where the instruments

of strings and percussion

and voice did not fill.

These colorful orbs

the only refuge for

lightness and brightness

for two hours

in a reverberating

urban cave.

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A Free Verse Poem

Photo by CJF