Solstice 2023

I greeted the Sun empty-handed
worn out from too long nights
spent counting out collected griefs
from near and far.

The Sun gave me Her gift

of the light I could not hide from
illuminating who I was
and asking what I wanted to be
the morning that light came back 
into the world.





Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings. 

7 comments:

  1. Winter Solstice blessings to you, Rommy!

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  2. Lovely! I know that experience, when light finally comes back into the world after a period of grieving. You convey it beautifully.

    (Your link at P&SU leads to a poem you wrote in July, which didn't seem right, so I came looking for this one. However will leave you to alter it. Thunder here – again – so I am about to unplug my devices.)

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  3. LOL! I didn't realize it had a bad link! Thank you!

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  4. "The morning the light came back into the world." An apt wish for today. And Roger Daltrey, yum.

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  5. What a joy it is when light comes back into your world.

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  6. Let us hope that light comes back into the world.....Rall

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  7. It reads like a spell, a perfect way to let go of the not-so-great and welcome the good.

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