Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Night still has her way



Time of mystery
I love the scent of evening
Truth is muddied then

When I walk around
I feel so liberated
By nights sweetest kiss

Then day’s vicious stare
No longer threatens me, for
Moonbeams skip and play

Owl’s hoot whispers love
And rats scamper all around
My friends in shadows

Your fear of darkness
Is for me a constant joy 
Dreamy contentment

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12 comments:

  1. you can feel the joy in this poem

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  2. Yes, I feel the same way. Night is a less stressful, more comforting time.

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  3. I love this line - Truth is muddied then. It encompasses, for me, the twilight damn and dim-lit quiet.

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  4. You sound very dangerous in this one.

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  5. I'm feeling all warm and snug now.

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  6. It's interesting sometimes the day is vicious and the night embracing but, if the demons are running, it is quite the opposite.

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  7. You are lucky, living in Australia. Here in Finland night brings out the Trolls, then watch out.

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  8. I'm a "light" person, so the shorter days are very noticeable to me right now. The sun isn't up to greet me in the morning, and it's going down more quickly at night. And I'm glad I don't have trolls to worry about, like Altonian.

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  9. I love those moon beams...more so I love the rats...I could hear you playing with this one...skipping even

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  10. Scampering rats spoil the mood. TALON !

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    1. I must be dyslexic thinking it was a reference for you Rattendalla or perhaps another blogger.

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  11. There seems a lot going in the wee hours of nights. Not many are bold and confident on dark nights. It takes a little but goes a long way! Wonderful write oldegg!

    Hank

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