469: Well, *this* hasn't happened for awhile...
Just as I was bemoaning my dry spell and lack of I-gotta-write-a-poem-about-this moments, voila! One hits me and I bang out this... Enjoy!
***
Broken Lamp
Light-bulb hanging by
its own wire. Spiral of
light like a limp wrist.
Sun shining through a
gap in the branches.
Glass sphere which once
encased it. Lying on the
grass beside the black
pole that once held it
aloft. Only slightly
shattered. Grass, dirt,
broken pieces sitting in
the bottom of the bowl.
Not even glass. Plastic.
But so large. And so empty.
*
***
Broken Lamp
Light-bulb hanging by
its own wire. Spiral of
light like a limp wrist.
Sun shining through a
gap in the branches.
Glass sphere which once
encased it. Lying on the
grass beside the black
pole that once held it
aloft. Only slightly
shattered. Grass, dirt,
broken pieces sitting in
the bottom of the bowl.
Not even glass. Plastic.
But so large. And so empty.
*