by Richard Milton Grahn
Down in the bowels of that musty cave,
Cold and clammy fears took shape.
But little steps into the dark
Sparked a fire deep in your heart.
Gentle words described the space
As blackness gathered all around.
Reaching out to touch the wall
You made the climb down to the hall.
There inside that quiet void,
Whispers calmed your nervous state.
Confidence bloomed up in you
Launching stars across the room.
You’re really just an artist now,
A lover of the world and how
Your light shines down into that hole,
Glowing brightly from your soul.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Richard Grahn is an American poet born in Wisconsin in 1959, currently living in Chicago, IL. He has traveled extensively and has been writing for over 30 years. He is also an avid sculptor, photographer and spacial designer. Until recently, most writings were unpublished. He is the author of “Word Pictures: Painting with Verse” (2017) and has recently published a number of poems online. He has a Fine Arts degree from Butte Community College, Oroville, CA with additional Fine Arts studies at Chico State University, Chico, CA. Links to his work online can be found on his website at https://grahnsong.wordpress.com.
Last updated October 26, 2017