tape your hands
with light
jam horseshoes of light
into your gloves
lace light
across the leather
and pull it tight
with your teeth
after pushups of light
speedwork furious
with light
heavy bag swaying with
body blows of light
your jump rope
braided and hopped up
with light
running dawn's
steep miles
as you eat sleep and breath
light
so that tonight
even with history against you
bending not toward you but away
the fix in
you punch so hard
into the sky
that darkness explodes
and night falls
The Sunday Muse
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The sheer force of energy here is enough to keep me wired for weeks!
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Thank you Helen!
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light! … I agree with your powerful poem here qbit. Strong piece! Below is how I ended my brace of poems I posted Thursday on the dVerse OLN. The darkness in this world must be squelched.
rise from this night
beckon the dawn
someone needs
release the light
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Wow, that’s fantastic! We seem to be on the same, uh, *wavelength*. (sorry, couldn’t resist.) 100% yes to that.
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This breathes a whole new life into, “we will leave the light on for you”! Love this Qbit! I want to describe this one as electric and beautiful! 🤩
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Electric, great!!
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“darkness explodes and night falls” … wonderfully descriptive. But oh the light!
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This is…I’m still reeling. That last line just as I was wondering where this was going fell like the blow itself.
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Thank you so much!
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I love the vigorous, no-nonsense working of this metaphor, every line a solid punch, “..lace light
across the leather/and pull it tight/with your teeth..” ! Hope or its partner Fear are both muscular and on a mission in this, the fitness, as it were, of the narrator battling the aberrant floppiness of current reality. Really skillfully written, well-conceived and well-executed.
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Thank you!
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We need all the light we can get. I love your poem.
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Thanks!
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Yes, energy fills this poem. It makes me want to punch against the darkness that has settled over me and my family these past months.
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Oh, that’s great. So glad.
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Nice work if you can get it, and if you get it, tell me how. 😉
This poem just crackles with energy. There’ll be no keeping you down on the farm anymore, I expect.
I have tried to hit a speed bag once or thrice in my life and every time it hit back and I walked off sulking.
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I dunno, your work on the heavy bag over on your site today was pretty fierce.
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Yes, I think we need to put on those boxing gloves and punch a whole in the darkness so light can once again filter into our world. Nice added touch of the horseshoe, may it bring a bit of luck. I found myself wanting to punch that bag and release some anger.
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Great! Do it!
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Lights are getting stronger and stronger and brighter and brighter now. That might enable your process to be speeded up.
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The use of “light” fills me with it. What amazes me is the brevity of words not needed.
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Thank you!
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Perfect! I wanted to hear that song from Rocky you laced up. Powerful.
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