Night
Devils eyes red stare 3am into the dark room
forever unblinking.
I sit, duvet discarded.
Two fingers open the venetians
I watch the wind play kiss chase
with irritated trees.
Cars sleep, stabled for the night.
the middle classes retired all around me
at peace in their beds, in their heads.
Pruned perfect gardens stand to attention
waiting to be admired.
You snuffle snore beside me
habitually oblivious.
And I stare, craven, craving the night
to take it and put it in my head
to lodge the stars behind my eyes
the calm in my heart
the quiet in my soul.
9 comments:
wow, love the kiss chase with irritated trees - a beautiful poem.
Some lovely details in this. Very familiar feelings but some unusual lines.
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I love the serenity in this poem with the ending of complete surrender in the final three lines. So sorry about losing your first poem, but you've recouped your loss nicely. Thank you!
I think , Doub, it's time you got a new computer, I also think the loss of the first poem has spurred you on to greater heights, this is beautiful.
'And I stare, craven, craving the night to take it and put it in my head to lodge the stars behind my eyes the calm in my heart the quiet in my soul.'
clinches it for me.Apparently Garrison Keillor lost his first Lake wobegon novel and he reckons that he's spent the rest of his life trying to write it again,as with your poem, i think the loss maybe all his ,the gain is all ours.
Oh, what a nightmare for you under any circumstances.
This is, quite simply, a beautiful poem that I identified with straight away, and as mentioned above, the change of pace and mood at the end is handled perfectly. Well done!
Like the idea of lodging stars behind eyes... beautiful!.. just beautiful! :-)
"craving the night
to take it and put it in my head"
If this means what I take it to mean, then I can say I often feel this too, at night.
It's great when a poem actually touches something you think about or feel that you've never talked about or heard others talk about before.
I see Niamh B has already said it but I loved "I watch the wind play kiss chase with irritated trees" as well. I loved all of it, the inner stillness of it - great!
I absolutely love this poem. I've turned on my pc just now and you've already made my day.
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