Light Bulb MAG

April 7, 2010
By ElloYellowFellow BRONZE, San Francisco, California
ElloYellowFellow BRONZE, San Francisco, California
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I built it
To be a comfortable place
A wide place
Where I could stop and crack my back
Collapse into the empty grounded feeling
Like trees
Rising out of Earth
I rest often in this corner of my brain
That my mind likes to fill
With you
And the way your cold hands felt against my hot forehead
That night I got so sick
The trees we planted together
Rustle with sounds of laughter
And my blood dazzles
Under my translucent skin
I wash away in the ebb and flow
Of that little desolate thought
My brain pulls in the tide
Of old whispered “I love you's”
“I miss you's”
And “Can you believe it,
Someone really cared about you.”
It's a place, unimaginably dark
Until I alight the icy wood floors
And glow away the shadows
My body, the bulb to light your way


The author's comments:
I suppose I wrote this piece because I love playing with earthy imagery. I have written a lot of poetry which include the image of skin, bones and blood, becuase, as the building blocks of our bodies, they hold significant emotional meaning to us. Or at least to me, I can't really speak for anyone else.

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Confucious said...
on Sep. 12 2014 at 10:58 am
How does the light bulb tie into this?


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