Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Light

 

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”— Edith Wharton

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“If each day falls

inside each night,

there exists a well

where clarity is imprisoned.

We need to sit on the rim

of the well of darkness

and fish for fallen light

with patience.”— Pablo Neruda

        Midweek Motif ~ Light

Our words can create both darkness and light. For today stick to Light; whatever Light means to you. A compare and contrast will also do.

Choose any parts of speech you prefer your ‘Light’ to be in: noun, adjective, verb.

As I am writing this I am thinking of Helen Keller who preferred to walk with a friend in the dark than walking alone in light. 

Now, to share a few poems with you:

With The Light Of Eye

by Rabindranath Tagore

With the light of eye I’d seen what the world displayed.

          Today I look within when all light is erased.

Sight can’t arrest you   yet the heart is replete with you,

        Now in your own light I desire to gaze at you.

           In my play-room we had played together.

       In the ravaging storm toys have been shattered.

         Let’s end that mere play and souls’ union be made—

              Lute is broken, my heart string I strum.

     (Translated by Sumana Roy)

Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

by Dylan Thomas

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts. 

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern

by Nizar Quabbani

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
They are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty 
And my madness.

 Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—

              (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Peace)