|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/20/16 at 05:18 PM|
Just one...hypothetically every light bulb changes a poet to some degree. If you're referring to a Euerka! moment.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/20/16 at 05:35 PM|
Definitely a thought provoking challenge. If I ever push myself from my safe garden who knows where I might end up? Inviting, scary, weird, revealing....
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/20/16 at 08:49 PM|
PS: Title aptly reflects the text of the poem, with a dash of humor to boot. :)
|Posted by Jim Benz on 01/21/16 at 12:03 AM|
The dark side indeed. I can't see a damn thing. But that's just me--your poem is ray of light.
|Posted by Anita Mac on 01/27/16 at 06:15 PM|
Aren't we constantly changing regardless of the lighting?
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/25/17 at 10:33 PM|
Ha ha ha! I love this...