Lantern swinging down path —
I wonder if it is really there,
if that is you, or just some accident
of moonlight and wind.
How is it possible for the night
to be so black that no adjective
makes sense? Just black-black,
with shadows hovering and the wild phlox
lopped over reflecting greywhite back up.
No lantern, but there might as well be,
my heart lighting every moment,
bringing you back through memory
to stroll ahead telling me that story
I promised to never forget.
Poems from in between 
9 responses to “Lantern on path”
I like the flow of this and the nostalgic atmosphere you create with your description.
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Thank you! So glad you liked it.
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I love this recurring image of the lantern, “my heart lighting every moment”–fighting always against the black-black, because that’s what we do.
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🙂 Yes. So much dark. Thanks as always.
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after re-reading the poem i am intrigued with why the person who is addressed is so remarkable. “lantern” sends me back to an older time. it’s interesting that a person is still alive if even one person remembers her.
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Yes. Aren’t they all still alive and with us one way or another? Thanks for stopping by and your good words.
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Jennifer, you’ve beautifully captered the feeling of these moments in this flowing and well crafted poem. Such a keen sense of longing and place. Lovely. Thank you! And thank you for participating in Wednesday Writing Prompt. Your piece will be published on “The Poet by Day” tomorrow.
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Thank you, Jamie. You are so generous.
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Your work deserves to be recognized. 👏
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