The wet November asphalt is waiting
The streetlight looks at it skeptically
Its naïve optimism is grating
When you have seen what autumn nights can be
Rumors about winter multiply now
Its reputation chronicled by frost
Green and throbbing life cannot explain how
The value of sunlight exceeds its cost
Listen to this frail, liminal moment
It speaks the language of dwindling hope
Before salted snow smothers the cement
We must shoot sunlight like expensive dope
Dream of Demeter, walking the asphalt
Her mind a wheat field, glowing, without fault
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
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Fantastic imagery and literary elements. Hope certainly fades without the light. Hope still exists, and imagination will save us from the darkness.🥰
So calming 🥰
Well done, but I loved that line about shooting sunlight. That line is, as the youth say, dope.