LOSING THE LIGHT
My unknown friend
Kept her light on all night.
Now she is gone,
Her room dark.
And I could not even salute
Her passing.
For we are a people
Set about by demons,
Busily securing
A place for us
In this terrible history
Of the world.
I miss my friend.
© 2021 Gwen Grant.
A quite different tack but another enjoyable and satisfying verse! Loved it! 🙂
So very touching. The anonymity of life. Those lights that draw us in, offering a steady, comforting community. Well done.
Thank you so much. I think maybe our posts reach out to people as well, steady and
often comforting. Glad you liked the poem!.
Gwen.
You are so kind. Thank you. Glad you liked it. My lit window has gone and I do miss it.
Gwen.
You are most welcome!! How’s the new book coming along? Well, I hope! 🙂
Chapter nine. Had hoped for more but it’s been pushed to one side lately with other
events. Thank you for asking!
Gwen.
That sounds like decent progress – unless you have calculated a 50 chapter work 😉 Wishing you continued success and fewer distractions! 🙂
It could be that nunmber.
Gwen.
As they say in France … Little by little, the bird builds its nest 😉
“I think maybe our posts reach out to people as well, steady and
often comforting.”
They do. Even poems about grief and loss. Or perhaps, especially such poems for they evoke and express shared and universal feelings in new ways.
They absolutely do.
Gwen.