Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

The Lights Of Earth - Poem by Fred Babbin

The Lights of Earth

The line is so transmutable
between the light and rain,
Between the sad and joyful,
Between that joy and pain,

The lights within our cerebrum
Flash on / off - now, again
As though they were December decorations
With still and hushed sensations
With a randomness that never can be known
so complex is our brain

And so the lights keep flashing
Until their charge
is charged no more
For we are the lights of Earth
That never were before,


Comments about The Lights Of Earth by Fred Babbin

  • Rookie - 154 Points Michael Gale (5/3/2009 6:24:00 PM)

    A Very Great but deep thought provoking write! Easy ten here.

    God bless us all-MJG. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Bob Blackwell (5/3/2009 8:02:00 AM)

    But are we not recharged into another form, to shine again? Our life energy or consciousness will surely never die? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 28, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 3, 2010


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