The Flickering Light

Author's Note - The Poem on the top is called "Lines for Winter" by Mark Strand.  I tried to write it with the same number of syllybuls in each line as his original poem, but my main goal was to make a poem that captures the meaning of the first poem.  The meaning of this first poem is that there is that you push through every day and make the next better.  That nothing can stop you and done drone on the bad in life, but rather push through and make every moment worth while.  Make every moment better than the last and that when you die, you will not regret anything because what you did in life, was all with a meaning and all part of a great life.  I hope you enjoy my poem.

Lines for Winter

Tell yourself

as it gets cold and gray falls from the air

that you will go on

walking, hearing

the same tune no matter where

you find yourself --

inside the dome of dark

or under the cracking white

of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.

Tonight as it gets cold

tell yourself

what you know which is nothing

but the tune your bones play

as you keep going. And you will be able

for once to lie down under the small fire

of winter stars.

And if it happens that you cannot

go on or turn back and you find yourself

where you will be at the end,

tell yourself

in that final flowing of cold through your limbs

that you love what you are.

The Flickering Light

Look at life

As everything dies in the dark night

That you will not go

Rather move on

And keep following your heart

Where it takes you

And keep moving forward

and that you don’t look backward

But rather look forward to the next minute

And make the next moment

Worth much more

And make this moment greater

Than the moment before

And keep that in your memory and use that

As motivation for your next bad moment

And keep moving

And if you cannot keep moving on

You just turn back and realize that

As you look back, you are great,

And move

For as long as you can until you can't move

You always loved your life