Night Light





It's past midnight and the color black never changes


When there is no light

black is black


As is the void in my life

you left

when you died


I cried


Every day is a day past midnight 


Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-27 at 07:51

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David W. Glavin
Ahhh... Such pain for Your loss and so much love for them

Loved the epigrammatic quality of the poem.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Kathy. Everything that needs to be said is said artfully and economically.

Phyllis J. Rhodes
I cannot pass this up without comment. It is another example of your gift as an artist. The structure, the words, the message all come together in truth.

Great free verse poem with very good metaphors. It has very powerful meaning behind this art form. Flows well and I like the word choice. Overall, excellent job!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Those we love - we still love
They leave a candle - that
Cast a light - like a star that gives
A light - long after