Lamppost

Towering over them as they pass by,
Proud, erect, powerful.
His slender frame,
Blocking the rays falling down.

Blue fades into yellow into orange into black.

His body fading into the midnight frame.
A slight hum fills the air.
Flickering to life,
So far above the frosted pavement.

His head, pronounced.
Emanating scintillant beams,
Deep into the night sky.

2/2/17 // 9:30 pm

Lamppost

Hope

Glimmering hope spills down the jagged edges of the mountain,
Tentatively moving its tendrils towards the base.
The deep orange glow seeks to warm a heart so cold,
Its tentacles slithering towards the reverberating organ.

At last it grabs hold,
Grappling with the numbing touch of its flesh.
The pink flesh pounding harder as each tendril takes hold.
Slowly it begins to thaw.

The amber beast seeks to comfort,
to mend the flesh of the broken.
Its fleshy extremities grabbing blindly at those who have lost hope
Let the warm wash over you until you are whole again.

1/31/2017 // 8:03 am

Hope