Whispering Light: A Poem on Solitude | Thursday Verse No. 13

  Sometimes the liveliest nights leave us standing at the edge of noise, watching the world gleam just beyond reach. And sometimes, those nights reveal that solitude, in its quiet defiance, can glow even brighter if we learn to see it through gentler and more observant eyes.

  Whispering Light, inspired by Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks, lingers in that soft space, listening for that glow between noise and reflection, between those who gather and those who simply remain.

Whispering Light

Edward Hopper, Nighthawks, 1942. Oil on canvas, 84.1 × 152.4 cm (33 1/8 × 60 in). The Art Institute of Chicago. Public Domain. Source.

The noise of a spring night,

emanated by golden fairy lights,

adorning alleys and the city square,

with a crowd merrying at the carnival fair.

At a distance beyond the walls of glee,

shines a light milder than ecstasy 

— A bar secluding four strangers from the boisterous fantasy,

As a nighthawk clucks and wafts by me.

- Mercy Rebonica