sara Etgen-Baker Poet Free verse

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FILAMENT WHISPERS

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It hums in the kitchen of a burnt-out house,  
a lone star in a gutted sky.  
Yellow as old teeth,  
flickering like a heartbeat  
on the edge of flatline.  

Some nights, the bulb sways~  
a hanged man dancing  
to a song only ruin remembers.  
The wiring groans.  
The filament whispers:  
Burn. Burn. Burn. 

And so it does~  
not for light,  
but for hope,  
because giving up
is not an option.

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Line Gauthier March 24, 2026 at 12:33 PM Well penned, Sara ~

Paige Hind February 9, 2026 at 6:43 PM This is so beautiful, Sara. sara Etgen-Baker February 11, 2026 at 4:06 PM awww, thank you for your kind words.

Joseph P. DiMino February 8, 2026 at 3:03 PM Much better if life is more than a habit, remains a burning desire despite the condition of its home. If asked to come back, I will, despite the painful challenges. Duty to self and others. Much we have yet to understand. sara Etgen-Baker February 11, 2026 at 4:06 PM I share your thoughts and your sentiment...so much yet to understand. Appreciate your visit

Regina Elliott February 8, 2026 at 6:32 AM Powerful and compelling poem, Sara. Bravissimo! Sunday blessings to you & Bill. ~ sara Etgen-Baker February 8, 2026 at 1:32 PM awww, thank you for your visit and kind words....appreciate the blessings as well. Sending you hugs and blessings, Sara