Poetry Blogs (2020, night)
Play in the Night
From two o’clock
When owls hoot
Up to four when cocks crow
Surely I will be kept awake,
To watch the secret play
Of the conscious and unconscious.
However, I will not see
The queer performance inside me
As a mere dream in the night.
If I long for better plays,
More I will wander dur...
Tuesday 29th December 2020 3:20 am
arches and keystone
without one they fall
life sustained by you
or I had nothing at all
skies at time of damp
arch of hues on show
feast with brittle rays
grist for my rainbow
refraction bends light
you twisted my heart
with love's pot of gold
vowed we'd not part
rainbow but an illusion
your promise the same
capricious the crescent
Monday 21st December 2020 10:46 am
He looks out of the open window
at the end of the street,
cold and grey it seems like melancholy
& there she stands afar
calm and still,
like the depths of the ocean waters;
as the time slips and the
night sky drops on this world,
the moon shines bright as ever
envied, as it looks at her glaring eyes,
radiating without the help of another star
Thursday 17th December 2020 12:50 pm
Nestled upon a pillow of cloud
The moon sat, big and fat
As I watched it from my garden
In a cul-de-sac
It didn't really do much
Just illuminate the sky
But, then I thought: that alone
Makes it a greater thing than I !
Tuesday 1st December 2020 1:31 pm
afraid of the dark
afraid of the dark
but only at night
the light of day
afraid of nothing
except a nest of
or poison ivy
at night he would
run in the dark
always afraid of
what was following
about what might
he did not want
Monday 28th September 2020 10:18 pm
Seeing the beautiful sky,
From my dead eyes.
Wondering the beauty in the holy night,
Dark was the only colour which helps me to hide.
Hiding my sadness my sorrows my fear my cries,
Trying my best to keep the face with smile.
My hobbies,my joy, my emotions were becoming day by day a bit fewer,
Now I am just existing in the world, can't even face myself in the mirror.
Monday 7th September 2020 6:58 pm
it felt off-colour from the start
somehow cold sad and needy
I was on my emotional uppers
long-time alone and seedy
bad things can happen at night
the dark covers a litany of pain
out there lurk glib wrong-doers
from stalkers to the sons of Cain
lured by your knowing eyes
I should have known better
rain was falling like stair-rods
my feet were getting wet...
Thursday 20th August 2020 10:43 am
was it true,
sleep depends on tears?
to refill the well
that had dried up by day,
or to wet the lids, at least,
by dreaming sad dreams,
with that tearful hope,
had the sleep come by night?
Sunday 26th July 2020 10:40 am
He witnessed the rise and fall of the tides
Of the sea that seemed so milky in the moonlight.
Gloating over its graceful strides,
The rumble of the colossal sea was all he could hear that silent night.
The stars twinkled in the darkness,
And the moon in the blackness
Gazed dotingly at him and his boat,
As the decrepit carrier carted its master swiftly afloat.
How long had he been at the ...
Sunday 19th July 2020 8:03 pm
Can you hear the moon sing at night?
A distant melody from the most dulcet vocal pipes?
Have you ever nestled in her crescent bed
Like the kid in the DreamWorks emblem?
My winsome lady
Dotes on me.
Part amused, part exasperated.
For she knows why I've come to see her again--
To steal the roux from stars, milky and fulgent.
To hoard fragments of the night sky in my wooden ches...
Friday 17th July 2020 8:39 am