Play

Play feels good
Yeah, I can play
But that feeling
Cannot stay

I’d love to be
Somewhat okay
But I can’t shake
This great dismay

I’ll play right now
I’ll play tomorrow
But next week
I’ll strain with sorrow

I’m not okay
Because some day
The worst will come
And it will stay

So I ask you
Do you know
How playfulness
In life should go?

Do I laugh now
And give way
Or do I drop
This whole array?

Can this burden
Be my game?
Or have I lost
With no acclaim?

If I have wisdom
I don’t show it
I’ve played the fool
But killed the poet

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Loneliness

I fell asleep
without a smile
and then woke up
after a while.

I was alone;
light years away
from a cozy dream
that couldn’t stay.

Drowsy again,
I froze in space;
my loneliness
not out of place.

Frozen Times

Not in a hurry
Nor on the run
Snow’s on the ground
Don’t miss the sun

Driving home
It’s dark and cold
The music’s fresh
The routine is old

I’m in a moment
Here and now
That frozen times
Can’t disavow.

Copyright © 2018 – Adam Light

Desk of Life

Sometimes I am a spinning top
Unstable and severe
And sometimes I’m a paper weight
Static and austere

I’m always on the desk of life
Peering off the edge
Or reading scribbled papers
While I spin around the ledge

But I proclaim there is no fate
Or if there is, I couldn’t know it
I can slink and sprawl
Or spin and fall
Or maybe just forego it.

Copyright © 2018 – Adam Light

Lost Dog


I’ve always dreamed of
finding a dog that’s lost.
I could be a hero for a day –
and I would do it at no cost.

I’d make a four-legged friend.
The kids would laugh and play.
I’d bow and wave goodbye to all,
and be on my jolly way.

But lost dogs are elusive –
more so if you stay in.
They certainly aren’t ever there
when I take the trash out to the bin.

I just checked the window,
but still, none are around.
I guess I won’t be finding dogs
that are not lost, but found.

Maybe next time I go outside,
I’ll just look for whatever’s there,
because perfect opportunities
are just too stinking rare.

Copyright © 2018 – Adam Light

Meanings


A snake had bit me
in my dream;
I grabbed it by the head.

Venom was in me,
it would seem,
so I whipped and beat it dead.

I looked for people
or a cure,
but I could find no aid,

and as I trudged on,
with pain so pure,
I forgot to be afraid.

I stopped to rest
beneath a tree
some time about midday,

and when I started
thinking free,
I knew that I would be okay.

What does it mean –
this dream I had?
I don’t think that there’s an answer.

You could examine
any tale and add
the legwork of a dancer.

I encounter things,
then make a choice
on how onward I shall go

and give little thought,
or little voice,
to meanings that I don’t bestow.

Copyright © 2018 – Adam Light

Endless Wall

 
In a dark and dreary, desolate place,
encompassed fully by stone brick,
there were many souls who tried to live,
but the darkness was too thick.

They called this prison Endless Wall
because that’s all they ever felt.
They knew it was destroying them,
and loathed the darkness that it dealt.

One day they heard a voice outside;
it sounded muffled through the stone.
But still they understood the words
that seeped in from the unknown.

“Speak to me, my worthy friends;
those of you who think you’re small.
Have no doubt that I can hear you
from this side of Endless Wall.”

Some perked up and listened close
while putting ears to scathing stone.
They were surrounded by each other,
yet shocked to know they weren’t alone.

“Hello, out there?” One voice called out.
“You can’t be real.” Another said.
“Oh, I’m as real as real can be,
and I know, for I’ve been dead.

“My friends inside, please speak to me!
I’ll echo back philosophy!
As we confer, you will grow tough,
and slow progress will be enough.”

“You can escape that wretched place.
(It’s a just a giant tomb, you know.)
And you can break through Endless Wall
with persistence, blow by blow.

Some of the souls took on the dare
and spoke philosophy right there.
They contemplated wrong from right
and learned to kindle inner light.

When they went back to Endless Wall,
they were fresh and new and sound.
They each picked out a single brick,
and on that brick, began to pound.

It took days, or ages, but they were fierce.
They used their minds and hands.
And eventually, each soul would pierce
through Endless Wall to see new lands.

As they climbed and floundered out,
each saw completely different places,
but they all saw one another then –
and how the sun shined on their faces.

They looked for the philosopher;
the one who helped them all break free,
but all they could find together was
a modest gravestone under a tree.

The gravestone had a message
that was different for each and all,
but one thing they all agreed upon
was that it was cut from Endless Wall.

Copyright © 2018 – Adam Light

A Timely Story

 

I’d had some good times
some victories
but they’d been lost
beneath the seas
I couldn’t remember
setting sail
nor recall
why I departed
I was just a sunken,
sodden fool
who couldn’t finish
what I started.

On a seabed,
I fell asleep
and breathed the water
way down deep
I saw monsters,
ill of eye
and saw myself
in mirrored glow
I knew I was
a dead myth then
and that I had
to let it go.

I swam up and up
and out the sea
and relished in
that victory
I flew above
the rolling waves
that sparkled from
a full moon’s light
and told myself
a timely story
that would only
last one night.