fog, light and snow on the Quabbin by Keith Carver
Sunrise believer– who could care?
When I reach there’s nothing there.
When I speak the world is blank
If I try to see or think.
From the start the burning sky
Lit the spirit of my eye;
Lifelong believer– who could see
The colors that are trapped in me?
Now along the mindless roads
Machines drag around worthless loads;
Fire quickly slumps to gray,
Ashamed of its awkward display.
I saved this long-ago poem from the Western Mass Missed Connections because I love the line, “who could see The colors that are trapped in me?” We’ll soon be entering a grey time (on many levels, not just the approach of winter) and it’s more important than ever that we hold on to our colorful and vibrant selves. Burning skies are available to us throughout the year to keep us amazed and energized. Believe in the sunrise, believe in the sunset.
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Lovelorn Poet in Western Massachusetts: Life Isn’t Fair
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Lovelorn Poet in Western Massachusetts: Reaching