Night Thoughts

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sack
sack
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Buzzing flourescent lights
Incessant crickets echoing
Keyboard clicking and clacking

My aloneness is startling
as evening stretches out
permeating me with a distant perfume

The night blooming moonflower
its beauty scarcely done
folding up and praying to meet the dawn

I hear the beating of my heart
The tapping of my thumb
The halting breath

And amidst the choir of crickets
I contemplate the inky void

Is my love walking in the distant shadows?
My future all cocooned, waiting to transform?
And my death, that forbidden thought
Is it closer, ever closer in gentle darkness?

I wait with breath suspended
for the answers in the wind
All thoughts on hold
The wheel of life slowly winding down

Yet there is only the distant buzz of a cicada
the golden silence of infinity
under the pale light of stars


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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Intimate.

Is the quiet night time where thoughts meander through our brain ~ thoughts of future love - our future death meant to prepare us for that final journey into that good night?

RhymeFairyRhymeFairyover 18 years ago
Life ~

Great southern style poetry here.

Are you sure you are not from the South?

Love the imagery here. The quiet effortless

way you slide us into your world or dreams, and a few demons.

Ours is always to question life. Always questioning ... When? Live each day

as if it were you last has become my motto.

Love this poem ~!!

impressiveimpressiveover 18 years ago
Breathless stillness ...

Well captured. Nicely done, sack. ~Imp

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
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This is very good sack. I felt the spiraling of all the fluid emotional moments. Silent screams trapped in the mind... ty for the write

du lac~

Honey123Honey123over 18 years ago
This poem

has me wanting to hug you and tell you it will be alright! There is alot of emotion in your words which makes the reader feel as if he/she is right there with you...

~Honey

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