The Lift

The prompt was to write a poem inspired by the following image:

The Lift

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

His spirit crawls a lowly road

with little will to rise.

Leaves falling from the trees reprise

tears falling from his eyes.

Shoe leather, laced with mud and muck,

greets shadow on the wall.

The trap once set, now cruelly sprung,

yields no escape at all.

An ill wind blows no body good,

and sometimes life just blows.

Could be that he comes out all right,

could be all wrong. Who knows?

Balloon man, can you spare the fare?

One magic taxi ride.

A free lift for a sorry soul,

jumpstart to the bright side.

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Hold Fast to Hope and Fireflies

Hold Fast to Hope and Fireflies

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

I used to have a firefly inside me,

a certain spark against the dark of night...

her wings translucent threads of hope and dreaming,

her glow as magical as soft starlight.

I knew she was a gift; I always knew.

There was no capture, no attempt to snare.

She simply was, and so we simply were.

Partners in joy, staunch allies in despair.

We carried sunshine as we walked through shadows,

found springtime in our hearts on wintry days.

She danced and floated, every gloom dispelling.

We were as one; and oh, I loved her ways.

But graceful wings of hopes and dreams proved fragile.

Sharp words cut them away, blew out the spark.

She vanished in a flash of light extinguished,

left me to wander, broken, in the dark.

I used to have a firefly inside me,

a healing glow to warm my weary soul.

I bide my time, seek her in clouds and rainbows,

wish on bright stars, Come home and make me whole.

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