at dawn
the sun bruises the night sky,
we feel night’s pain
for in the light of day
we can no longer hide
the ugliness of our truths
without living a lie -
dawn is a confessional,
but the trust is gone
with sadness,
we don’t see:
we’re becoming more comfortable
in the light with our lies
Author: zpotter
Shadow of the Moon
in the quiet warmth of mid-afternoon I looked up to the sky and through the brilliance of the sun saw a half-whisper of gray poking itself through the vibrant blue curtain as a button through a hole - in a world where no one is on time, I wondered why it was hours early for its engagement with the evening - I thought I might touch the moon, so close did it appear, but as with so much in this world, it was a deception - seeing the moon at eye's length, I was reminded of the size of the universe and that I am small, my time short, so I must make haste to enjoy the full warmth of the sun before night falls
Light
this godforsaken life:
a frustration of living
toward its inevitable end
no quarter is given,
no one is taught to love -
they refuse to learn -
we destroy with the ease of breathing
because building is hard;
the smartest business won't spend now
to profit later,
prizing today's greed
over tomorrow's wealth;
there is no greater good
just the individual
we don't lament the loss
there is no time
as we come to terms
with reality,
attempting to find
a middle ground for living
night is coming for all of us
do what you can
to make the most of your light
provide some for others