The Day the Lights Went Out

The Day the Lights Went Out

The coffee was cold,
The clock was “old,”
The dog was confused
In semi-dark.

The quiet was quieter,
More like silent,
No news to be heard,
Did I remember to charge the cell?

No information yet
Just have to wait, 
Can’t see to read, 
Just sit and fret.

Neighbors begin to fill the streets,
Offering help to each other,
Carrying phones to charging stations,
Bringing back some burgers.

And so went the day from dark to light,
And anxiety will it be into the night,
The heat increasing with each daylight hour,
With a taste of dependence – faces dour!

Then put back the flashlights, the lights have buzzed on,
And humbled to find we’re not so smart after all,
Knowing enough to depend on inventions,
Only to find we need others’ kind intentions.

The Day the Lights Went Out
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kiser Avatar
July 9, 2019 at 5:18 PM
Yes, we do. Well worded.
Wolf Avatar
July 4, 2019 at 5:23 PM
That last line says it all. A real humbler. Two thumbs up, Sunlite. :) gw
Mchattie Avatar
July 2, 2019 at 2:22 PM
Nothing like a good thunderstorm to knock the power out. Usually happens a couple of times a year in Saskatoon here. Nice poem on a common subject. To answer your question... I've been drawing my cartoon for a couple of years. When I get bored with cartooning, I wright some poetry and the other way round. Have a great day.
Lindley Avatar
June 28, 2019 at 3:43 PM
My great friend, I find this to be a wonderfully deep, insightful and very very well crafted piece! A fav, as it is a true gem too.
Wanter Avatar
June 29, 2019 at 12:00 PM
I am so pleased you read this and treasure your comment.
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