briefly
Morning’s borrowed light
slides in, unasked;
a soft spill across the floorboards,
easy as breath on a cool pane.
Mourning’s borrowed light
comes barrowed in,
uncasked from whatever vessel
kept it sealed ‘til now—
a gentle run that steadies
over its greaves the heart still wears
for one who grieves,
a release that settles the chest,
making weight briefly bearable.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Back to a kind of medium length poem. Hoping this one touches some sentiments🕊️🙏🏻
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Comments8
good write my friend
Thanks Norman, most appreciated 🙏🕊️
most welcome my friend
There is softness with this poem a tenderness and glow that settles like dust particles in that ray of light through the window pane. The concept of borrowed light enhances the view that we all are borrowed here even time and light. Lovely my dear friend and a fave
Thank you Soren. 🙏🕊️
Most welcome my friend
Beautiful, gentle and graceful.
Thank you, Katie B. 🕊️🙏
Beautifully written. Your poem addresses themes of loss, grief, and the natural world, particularly how morning light can symbolize hope and healing, albeit temporarily, for those who are in mourning.
Kind of you to say so dear Friendship 🙏🕊️
You're so welcome, my friend
Good write A.
Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️
Arqios, I’ve felt that kind of quiet easing before…where grief doesn’t leave, but it softens just enough to breathe again. Very relatable. This brought that space back clearly. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Some spaces still need representing, that’s so cool! Thanks so much, Tittu 🙏🏻🕊️
The Sun Rise does sometimes have a Healing Quality. Enjoyed.
Oh yes, if I could only time it right... usually too early and usually too late for that golden moment. lol 🕊️🙏
Yes. Saw the Earth Set from the film by Artemis. We are so blessed to witness things that Newton or Galileo could only imagine.
I used to think it would be cool to visit or live in their time until the realisation of what it took for them just to survive a day!🙏🏻🕊️😱
That grief changes in many ways Rik but all come good eventually.
Andy
That’s the journey, both in the good and not so good 🙏🏻🕊️
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