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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Comments4
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. 🙏🕊️
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.
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