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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A Haiku

So, this week must be the week of poetry! 🙂 One of my little people had a poetry notebook (for homework this week) in which said little person was required to write two acrostic, two cinquain, and two haiku poems.  As I was trying to explain what a haiku was, I wrote the following:

Slithery snake is
Sunning on the windowsill
Black scales shine in light

I’m not usually big into much more than free verse, but occasionally something works.  I liked this one.  🙂