Night thinking

It is frequently irrational. It is also the time when I have the best chance to whitter so I do, and … yeah.

Notes from midnight

It is late now
and I promise
I have done everything possible
to induce rest
oblivion and the dream world
in which I am with you
never clumsy or rude
just with you
whole and sometimes even
dancing

And yet

There remains a spectre
because
I suppose
I’m odd this way and that
unaccustomed to this certainty
that if you were ever gone
it would be my end
and it isn’t so I know
books and words on shades tell me so
but it is

Excuse me for a while
as I seek my bearings
because the weight of this longing
is more than you or I
you and I together
can be expected to bear
the night stares blankly back at me
bidding me to find the truth
why I read so much
into an old and simple proverb

~Famine Memorial, Dublin~

great whitter and wow, awesome pic! have a super saturday beautiful *hugs*

Ah, you are definitely a seeker of truth. Perhaps already filled with more truth than it sometimes feels like. Good morning : ) Lotsa Hugs

Torin

September 27, 2003

That’s quite the powerful memorial. With a shudder…

Wow.

That photo quite takes one’s breath away. I heard a woman say a while back that she did not consider herself a seeker of truth, but rather a finder. You, M.E., are what I also consider a finder of truth. Very honorable. Hugs ~

Gilraen Tinehtele

amazed and nice to see you again 🙂

Zenith

Great Photo! I have an Irish Grandmother who lived just south of Dublin.. I actually walked that street when I was 4 yrs old.. I can vaguely remember it. It was in one of those shops where I found my first tin whistle so I could play along with the Tinkers.. Also I loved your whitter nighttime can be such a lonely place.. I know..

Thank you for this powerful reminder. One side of my family are Irish, the other Highlanders. Those were terrible times. Your poetry will always have an appreciative audience. Thank you too for sharing your lovely soul. A warm hug

RYN Many thanks sweetie. Isn’t it painful growing a wise head. You are though much more wise than you sometimes give yourself credit for being. Night always seems to bring our longings more to the fore. You have great courage as well as talent. Seeker suits you and I love having your poetry on the web. Smiles & Hugs

That memorial is incredible! We didn’t see it when we were there, or I would have remembered. I know what it’s like trying to induce sleep these days. Maybe we both need that tea and soft pillow. 😉 Hugs,

Singing Nun

I feel the tug in your heart and the yearning expressed here. I wonder how you balance this with the reality of the here and now. The figures are disturbing in a way they are meant.

Oh so good MeEx…! Your poems are just excellent. And thanks for your note.

Armiel

I write best in the wee hours, too. I usually write my entries then and post the next morning. I agree with what Torin said (minus the shudder). *hugs*

Starr418

wow that pictures is kinda scary.. they almost look real.. EEK

noko

September 29, 2003

Night thinking…hmmm. I love the way you are adding pictures onto entries. Such a treat for us mere mortals.