"waking lights"
The room sits in its late-hour weight,
charcoal settling where the boards dip.
A latch sticks; the cold has worked at it
through weeks of short days.
The radio mutters through the same reports.
Outside, the yard is a sheet of dull metal,
the shed roof taking the last scraps of light
without giving anything back.
Vermeer knew this hour -
how a wall keeps its colour
until a single line of brightness
slips across it from nowhere expected.
A jug on the sill brightens by degrees.
Dust shifts.
The room changes shape
light, remembers waking.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2026 05:13
- Comment from author about the poem: attaching youtube of Peer Gynt- Morning Mood by Edvard Grieg on a suggestion by David Wakeling, thank you
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Most poetic my friend this poem is a time exposure that moves from line to line with some wonderful poetic lines "The room sits in its late-hour weight," here the burden is transferred to the hour and room. "the shed roof taking the last scraps of light" it is as if the weight of the light is measured. "light, remembers waking." Light itself personified. The inanimate awakens in this picture painted in poetic lines. A fave
So glad this poem found a home in its reading. A real privilege, Soren, thank you🙏🏻🕊️
A most wonderful work Cryptic and a pleasure to read
great write, time slowly moving
Thanks my dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Nicely written, your poem suggests a deeper understanding of how light can evoke feelings of awakening and change, both physically and metaphorically.
Thanks dear Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write A.
Thanks O.
Rik, this really pulled me in. The whole poem carries that quiet, suspended feeling just before a room fully wakes to morning. Nothing dramatic happens, yet everything subtly changes. That restraint is exactly what gives the piece its power. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
That's a perfect crossing there. Now to cast off restraint before it gets worn. Thanks my friend. 🙏🕊️
What a wonderful description.The Morning in a room in all its glory. I can here "Morning Mood" by Grieg. Well done
An excellent accompaniment! Thanks amigo 🙏🕊️
Like the Reference to Vermeer. A fine Poem on a Point in Time .
Perhaps how pointillism would look look like in words. Many thanks, Kevin 🙏🕊️
Fine words Rik, that light will always find us.
Andy
Thanks Andy, the light for all to see with🙏🏻🕊️
Wonderfully descriptive, this poem settles on the mind like the morning dew. Great stuff.
Ah to have morning dew again! We’ve been having quite a bit of fog lately 🙏🏻🕊️
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