Beams

Beams

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

How many virgin corners
are sprinkled
all over the world?

Never been touched,
never been tread on,
never felt the warm
glaring beam 
of a glossy flashlight

Before I'm old, 
I want to try to unearth
at least one

I want to point my flashlight
and watch dust swirl in it,
I want timeworn pebbles
to crunch underneath my soles,
I want my excitedly curious eyes
to dart to something clean

I want to see
what a fresh start looks like

and I want to get lost in it

© 2015 Emmy J.M. Powell


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I love exploring as well.
I pray you find that place you seek.
brilliant writing!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Emmy J.M. Powell

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much!

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