.
Light
is brighter at the ocean’s edge,
reflecting water and white sands.
I bask and shade my eyes,
take as much sunlight as I can.
Light is golden
in the Renaissance city,
lovingly held by centuries of stone.
I am part of that light
as I walk narrow alleyways, alone.
Light
is brilliant in your eyes,
reflecting daybreak in mine;
illumination begetting luminescence,
joy given,
joy I find.
.
From the Perimeter . . . 
I want to go to this place!
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Aw, thank you. I imagine you are a light in the lives of your family and friends, Katherine – so you likely Are in a place of light, figuratively speaking : )
~ Peri
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Aw thank you! Same to you!
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I’ve read this over and over …wishing to stay for awhile in its loveliness.
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Oh that is a very sweet comment, and I’m so happy that you’ve read this over and over, Jana. Thank you.
~ Peri
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i admire (and am actually jealous) that you can create three different “scenes” (at the shore, in a renaissance city, and with someone else) that work together beautifully! and the last two lines with the repetition of “joy”: so lovely.
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Thank you so much!
~ Peri
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(It is remarkable to me that a poet of your talent could possibly be jealous of me, but I am so happy that you like this poem. Do you know I often find myself thinking of images from your poems, that they stay with me? Now THAT is remarkable, and powerful. That car imagery, the walls with writing, the mountains and heaviness overlooking the concentration camp with its garden and baseball diamond… )
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This celebration of light has a mighty luster!
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Thank you so much! Your comment definitely brightens my day : )
~ Peri
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