Thirty days
Thirty dragging days
Plus one
One extra dragged-out day
Thirty one dragging days

Four weeks
Four long-winded weeks
Plus a few
Extra days
Weeks without end

You begin with a blast
As the world’s celebrations
Of light and love end
Dragging your feet through
Your coldest and darkest days

We regress to reality
Surrender our lives
To our oppressive obligations
Becoming submissive
Victims of oppressive systems

January deserves more light
Instead we endure
A heavy winter wait
A simple promise
Of brighter days


The subtle soft glow
Extends hope
Down life’s dark drifts

And the dim gleam grows
If we simply trust
Shimmer over shadows
As eyes witness wisdom,
Brilliance talks truth
To what the light ignites

This poem was an experiment to see how many synonyms of light I could in include in a short poem without it feeling repetitive. How successful was I? I guess your feedback will help me measure the results.

Read more of my poetry here.