Monday, April 13, 2015

Poetry Month Nothing is Different 13 of 30

Light Will Come One Day by Mozamell Hossain Shahdom
via WikiMedia Commons
Nothing is different
in darkness;
the trees are still green,
the grass still bends
in the wind.

Nothing is different
in darkness;
the cats still prowl
the birds still rest
in their nests.

Nothing is different
in darkness;
you can still sit at the table,
the door still opens
into the world.

Though it may seem
harder to find the way,
look up at the stars,
light your candle,
you can find
your way.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2015


It's April and National Poetry Month.  I'm writing a poem every day to help celebrate!  Thanks to Margaret SimonLeigh Anne EckMichelle HaseltineLinda BaieJulieanne Harmatz, and Kevin Hodgson for giving the final push.  We are linking using the hashtag #digipoetry.  I have to also thank my everyday poetry mentors Mary Lee Hahn & Amy Ludwig Vanderwater.  They continually inspire me.  You'll find more poetry on the sidebar. 




2 comments:

  1. Such a positive picture of the dark--I like that nothing, truly, is different but as I type I am listening to the strangest bird call this morning, prehistoric and raspy. I wonder what that bird looks like in the light.

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  2. Interesting way to write about dark. I especially like your last verse. It could apply to a so many things in life.

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