Tag Archives: night
5:52 am (world poetry day)
5:52am she woke me up
not properly,
enough for a sleep fuddled embrace
and kiss,
just to say i love you,
i appreciated that,
it is nice to know
at any time
sublime oranges
he measured the room
by volume of the dark
with light subtracted,
moving as ulysses did in hades
he would find breakfast on the sand,
ocean not so far away
as high tides where relevant,
rituals began
ideas stencilled on embryonic dna
created this path and outlook,
sometimes he felt it was only he
he revolving and the earth had stopped,
it was not a crisis of meaning
only an imbalance on his poetics,
even in the dark
he could place a pen nib and write
about placing kisses on her
naked arcitecture,
a finding in deep silence
what she had really meant
under that cloak of shuddering mysticism
pen scratched paper
it would be ten pages,
before images faltered and pen halted,
ignoring wine that had already spilled on
table top,
peeled an orange
segmented aspects from which to
derive a special calm,
her bewitching had been an interference
but now choking fumes cleared
and he was at last
truly free
@dVersePoets
secret and vague in austerity
moon in nightspace became silversmith
light hammered over island
catching the nudity
i kept vigil over,
a saddened animal
hunched in an undergrowth habitat
i fed on something that dreams give
as i watched
her polished by tides overwhelm,
i could of been a nation on it’s knees
waiting for that one that comes
and brings a substance,
yet too afraid to show yourself
for fear of spoiling a grand occasion,
damp skin
natures jeweler working diamonds on,
a martyred bird called out
shriek of the night
she turned and i was certain of being seen
my eyes would be vivid in the darkness,
retreating with a tread so soft,
knowing as you saw swept long hair
i would not possess
despite the urgency of my loins
without satisfaction i would have to wait
as this was not the night
Joanne Kyger – Night Palace
burn the other way
stressed cotton gripped,
lithograph shapes move
incoherent blemishes
caught by tired eye,
already a haven
checked by those who love,
yet still cold
comes to linger as an
unwelcome friend,
that closet door moves
with slow intent,
tomorrow a long voyage away
and the captain is
losing the wheel,
wanting to send up flares
light kerosene lamps,
to see
bedroom ocean
hindered by furry forms
that sulk in masses,
stories stringed words
hung across the mind
cranial denial,
cotton scrapes
a loose floorboard resonates
without help
from human form,
as captain he needs a crew,
crew of rag and plastic
to his call they rally
corners become embattled
cotton pushed aside,
sails on pine vessel,
beneath the night
a warrior born
clouds of gods look down,
moon casts a charming glow,
a battle cry
loud inside a voice parents
can never here,
on deck face splashed
by waves of memory,
wheel in his grasp
volley and surge
crackled into the night
with electric interference,
lips once moist
with mothers milk
now bloodied call proud,
monsters fled
lines defiled and beaten
each rushing over the fallen,
he would not be wounded
he would not falter,
time a soft blanket
on which he tiredly fell
sleep devoured
and all this would be
a satisfying memory by morning,
but not the claw embedded
in bedroom wall
At the bottom of the Moon
bare feet trod moonlight to dust
fine gravel texture
uneven to skin,
left behind the idle machines
that make dreams work,
gentle pace
aching feet,
silence is non negotiable
it fills the dark of night,
feeling of solitude
encroaches,
limbs torso illuminated,
lift lips to light
drink some,
as if pouring wine
down the throat.
nagging worries deferred
into a deeper region
of subconscious ,
as the interlude begins
properly
Tranquilized Anticipation
he shared his spine with a burden,
gathered from the dawn
any brilliance the sun had shown
pushed unevenly into sack,
leaving a dark blankness
made out of the best material,
various tones of illumination would
not seep through,
spine arched aching
soul knew no such liberty
it had been love and liquor,
was once two side by side,
fevered in a dry throated way
from this darkness whispers
gathered and grew,
there is no borrowed sunshine
it is all packed away
and we must want,
for one day blossoms with the
color of dawn,
that loving spot my infancy
once knew,
bent as a sleeping brow
spine shuddered at some point
that burden would be unloaded,
to give quiet oceans
and a lingering day
Ancient Urges
when the light departs the windows
it becomes part of nature,
false it draws out creatures
whose eyes only glitter under the moon,
around cabin walls
muffled voices thrum,
unseen inside a feast has started,
once beckoned by sleep
bedding kicked aside,
they needed to eat
opening refrigerator meat and bread
spread out,
odors of flesh and hunger,
beyond others scent, hear and salivate,
only residence for miles
a human space ever so small,
the prowling few draw closer,
inside man feeds woman,
woman smiles,
kisses and eating
a harvest of solitary confinement
as any creature feeding at night,
that delicious feeling of morsels
passing lips swallowing easily
sweetened with wine,
a lust without blood
and once done
will disperse the light
return wilderness to darkness,
find a fulfilled entwine of sleep
night prevails
and the creatures move on
eyes glitter no more
New Light Calls
night has a transparency
imagined or real,
a place before
filaments of light
illuminate horizon,
each beckoning breath
in solitude,
gives darkness an edge
that is solid,
visibility heightens
the heart quickens,
memory a chequered
blanket unfurled
portraits on the retina
in time long exposed
to attributes of being
amongst life,
intimacy a vagrant
of the heart,
wandering far from the only
mortal fixture,
only solace to find a soul
who could be enveloped
in the passage of your
time and find greatness
there,
a greatness beyond the
limits of life and its
restrictive boundaries,
a life to be condemned
to be painfully short,
yet where a soul nourished
that existence and gave
passion surrendered,
all that came within darkness
was new light
