always sudden —
I unplug modem, devices.
(Modem’s new.
Earlier storm
killed the last.)
Few chances
to share poems online
though I still write.
Silver lining:
time
to find them.
In response to Friday Writings #151 at Poets and Storytellers United, where Magaly invites us to be inspired by Mary Oliver's poem, “The Uses of Sorrow”:
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Admittedly, the 'darkness' in my poem is more in the nature of an inconvenience. But I had trouble thinking of any darkness I've experienced which was also a gift. I guess it takes me even longer than it did Mary.