We are a generation born
into a world of artificial
light, of neon gas, fluorescent
tubes and bulbous globes of amber
hue. Our restless nights are
peppered by the glaring strobe of
LED’s. Some of us will never
see the dazzling, unobstructed
view of distant stars along the milky
way. We boast of our inventiveness
to cheat the limits of the day,
to toil instead from dawn to murky
dusk, through nights that glow in
eerie candescence, oblivious,
we’ve sold our souls and cannot
see how in the dark we are.
kat ~ 20 september 2015
like mercury colliding... 
September 20th, 2015 at 1:06 pm
I like it Kat, time to think on it, many thoughts running threw my mind!!
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September 20th, 2015 at 1:09 pm
Much like the writing of it Lynn. This poem evolved over a season of thinking. 😊
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September 20th, 2015 at 2:53 pm
wow cool
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September 22nd, 2015 at 12:26 am
I really like that poem– the message and the way it is expressed.
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September 22nd, 2015 at 3:27 am
Thank you! The city lights on a drive through town one evening inspired this one. I live in a valley where the panorama is dotted with lights of one form or another all through the night.
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September 22nd, 2015 at 2:01 pm
Until we get away from those lights we don’t know what we’re missing in the night sky.
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September 22nd, 2015 at 2:03 pm
That is so true Janice! I personally know that I have not spent enough time under our magnificent natural canopy of light! 🙂
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