It's less this lack
than finding ways
to share what warmth we have
to bring some light with words
to watch the stars, to read a book
and finding we are
far from powerless
even in this dead of blackout.
This is a very late entry for Brendan's weekend prompt at toads that I also link up at Tuesday platform.
Sharing, caring and encouraging the essence of poets!
ReplyDeleteWhat a heartwarming poem, lovely to read indeed.
ReplyDeleteOh this is freaking brilliant!❤️ You totally rocked it!😀
ReplyDeleteNice wordplay Bjorn!
ReplyDeleteThis is an excellent poem. But something tells me it wouldn't work with little kids; when the electricity goes out, they shut down. (Mine do, at least.) For grown-ups, though, this is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI used to love when the power went out, when we would cook over open fire, and read by candle light... it was a true adventure.
DeleteKids are different. Mine are wild banshees. Plus, they all get scared. Also, with all the electronics now, they freak out when there's no wifi. :P
DeleteI really like that analogy, when we feel powerless to keep each other warm. That saves lives.
DeleteYes! Yes!! Yes!!! There is always magic in finding that words are always there.
ReplyDeleteBringing light with words.....this is definite!
ReplyDeleteI'll save this one for the days I feel all too powerless, with little will to carry.
ReplyDeleteBetter late than never, Bjorn, especially when your powerless poem is so powerful!
ReplyDeleteYep, very good, I've just re-read it and it gets better
ReplyDeleteto read a book
and finding we are
far from powerless
even in this dead of blackout...... love this ending
A moment to reflect on... Well done.
ReplyDeleteSometimes one has to be stripped of outside independent power in order to find shared ones within. Amen.
ReplyDeleteI too like the analogy, Bjorn. It works literally also though many will be preoccupied with their i-toys. Is a poem still a poem in the middle of a forest with no reader around? Or in the midst of only lunkheads?
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I really enjoyed Key West, it is one of the placesv where I might go when I run away.
Deletefinding we are
ReplyDeletefar from powerless
even in this dead of blackout
Love the play of words relating to lights as opposed to the rudiments of power!
Hank
There is always hope and light if we look for it even in this black hole of history. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI love blackouts for the same reason that I like snow days. Time to take a breath, to reflect, to slow to a pace more humane. Love the play of power/powerless!
ReplyDeleteTotally agree.
ReplyDeleteWords enlighten & make us powerful!