“Speck”
Single speck of light,
among thousands in the night,
seeking to connect.
Steve D
Single speck of light,
among thousands in the night,
seeking to connect.
Steve D
Twilight afternoon,
gray skies drift to midnight blue,
sunlight seeped away.
Chill seeps through layers,
frosted breaths seek out embers,
glowing in the dark.
Orange glow reaches,
catching with fiery hands,
to stave off the night.
Staves crackle alight,
warmth emanates, embraces,
cozy winter night.
Steve D
Author’s Note: It has been quite a while since I’ve written any poetry other than a haiku. It felt appropriate to honor the winter solstice.
Covering the face
draws the eyes to each other,
a sparkle of light.
Steve D
Thousand little lights
pulsating at random, but
in concert — patterned.
Steve D
Specks of sunlight glint,
like gems scattered in the sand,
dust catching the eye.
Steve D
The gray light ripples
at every sound and movement,
line between worlds blurred.
Steve D
The monitor blares
webpages spacious–too big,
the negative space.
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The waking world stirs.
Light and sound shift and shudder–
Imprints on my dreams.
Steve D
We spent a morning
watching your eyes catch new light.
What do you perceive?
Steve D
Early yellow light
brightens over the ripples,
throwing fleeting calm.
Steve D