Broken Light

Broken Light

Love gave me kisses sweet
and held me in soft, sultry words,
only to fast fade away into the gray clouds.
Now just smeared rain remains, brushstrokes of mist
that cloud the mysteries of the cryptic sky.
What cold creatures, unknown and unseen,
creep through my mind and wander recklessly,
thinking my thoughts for me?
Light breaks into shards of hollow nights.

Cynthia Pitman

Cynthia Pitman, a retired English teacher from Orlando, Florida, has had poetry and prose published in Ariel Chart, Third Wednesday (One Sentence Poem finalist), Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Arts (Pushcart Prize nominee, 2019), Pain and Renewal anthology, Vita Brevis, Leaves of Ink, Amethyst Review, Adelaide Literary Review, Right Hand Pointing, Dual Coast Magazine, Red Fez, Literary Yard, and others.  Her first poetry collection, The White Room, is forthcoming from Aldrich Press/Kelsay Books.