Night moods

Deep in night’s trenches
I have once again cast off
the waking dreams
I was on the verge of having,
if not remembering,
nocturnal creature that I am.

And I stammer into
a fuller state of wakefulness,
reminded once again
that night is the place
where there is no escape from
our deepest secrets.

I cannot claim to know why
I feel bitterness,
in an almost nonchalant way,
toward someone whose life
I cannot comprehend,
and whose happiness
is as unfathomable to me
as a pinpoint of light
from some far off spiral galaxy.

I sit here in a tiny blue funk,
earthbound and silent,
belittling something quite significant
that is not for me to know,
it appears.
Not now, anyway.

Music in the stillness of night
is like poetry
that comes from
some unknown source of light:
both redeem
the dead weight
of silence without thought,
and moods without mystery.

Wide-Eyed

good – I especially like the last stanza I miss the days when a poem would insist that I write it down

And if staying up till all hours of the night delivers such poetic offerings, so be it. I, too, enjoyed the last segment. I can’t help but think the second segment relates to our previous discussion, though. Sleep tight.

Edelweis

April 13, 2002

It’s as if you are describing your latest “night-owl-play” here, Oswego! ;o) So, I understand your first verse, your second is a little mysterious, and the last one is very true. I like them all especially this last one. I read it over and over! This is what Bach said: Music washes away from the soul the dust of every day life. ~ Johann Sebastian Bach But I like yours most and will

write it and hang it against my wall here! May I? Take care, and have a beautiful weekend!!

Soft Paws

It seems in the silence, The night’s ever companion, We delve in contemplation, Without logic’s reliance, To view the joys and fears, Both of which can summon unseen tears! *** Hugs and comfort, my dear friend!

I can’t pick a favorite out of this bunch. I like them all. You seem to be in a bit of a funk. Perhaps you could forget the night and get out in the sunshine today? Take care my friend.

Shi

Somewhat sounds like the late night ‘blues.’ Quite moving.

zhnee

It is deep in the night that all those things we hide behind a smile emerge from the darkness of ourselves…things we hide from the sun. They are like a light without a switch – brightest in the darkness. There are things I simply don’t want to know and things I will never understand – I think, at times, there is only acceptance.

I like the poem. That first stanza beginning with the night’s trenches – a war. I like the last too – about music. Thank you.

Life becomes hard in the solitude of night. This is beautiful.

In the still of night we must face ourselves.

forever in motion

April 26, 2002

OK, this I read before also…and, as happens often when I read your writing, was left speechless. You have captured the essence of solitary nights perfectly.