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Night Time
Why is the morning grey?
The night welcomes malice with seductive claws
welcoming her into bed, shades of yesterday
overtake me in this inkwell cycle of forward pause
take time onward, let it stand no more;
shadows don't make me stay
night, you embrace the few starlit sparks I have in store
yet, sun you are old like my soul, cold, and far away.
Published 20th Sep 2018
Author's Note
I don't always write about myself. I usually use a strawman type character to convey an emotional theme. A fictional character who feels a certain way, but is not me. That's what this is.
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Anonymous
20th Sep 2018 4:51am
An incredibly sad but well written piece.
20th Sep 2018 9:39am
Good to know I nailed the sadness. Always good to know it's well written. Thanks for the feedback.
Anonymous
20th Sep 2018 9:49am
It is all of that for sure. You are so welcome
20th Sep 2018 4:58pm
Ah... brevity... one of my favourite features.
I like to see a poet spare with words...
Also a beautifully evocative piece... and
I very much like your choice of descriptive terminology... nicely done
poetry is, after all, the art of turning pictures into words. Write On! Ely
I like to see a poet spare with words...
Also a beautifully evocative piece... and
I very much like your choice of descriptive terminology... nicely done
poetry is, after all, the art of turning pictures into words. Write On! Ely
20th Sep 2018 11:23pm
Brevity is a hard feature for me to master in my work.
Thank you very much for your encouragement, write on and on.
Thank you very much for your encouragement, write on and on.
