After All

Street lamps burn white holes into
The darkest of night’s skies.
People still walk
Along the paved grey concrete stripes
Past shops that closed hours (or days) ago
Past squares of green and colors
Past homeless artists up past their bedtimes
They are singing songs that were popular decades ago….
Young couples share their first kisses, while
More seasoned couples smile to remember, and
Musicians wander the streets
Along with starving writers
Searching for inspiration, for a voice
One decides that we are all searching for
Something–for meaning
In a senseless world
–for beauty
Where aesthetics are lost
–for emotion
In a land of stoicism
A poet weeps
Barely standing in the shadow
Of a street light
Yet he emits his own light
Through his learning and observations

And so the evening isn’t a loss after all.

–Karin Salisbury


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Karin

Writer, freelance editor, mother, artist...I wear a few other hats, as well, of course. :)

2 thoughts on “After All”

  1. This is such a beautiful poem, Karin. You’ve captured the mood of the photo perfectly. I feel a sense of excitement not only reading your words but also gazing at the pic. Gosh, those golden moments are brilliant when captured either by words or by image. Again, I love this so much. It’s so wonderful!

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, Jack! The poem was written years ago, but I found the photo recently and felt that it captured well the visual I saw while writing. 🙂 I know you understand those magical writing moments. Happy writing!

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