After Dawn

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Too often recently it has been this way. 

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After Dawn       -      03 Mar 21 

Waiting for the Sun 

To show his face 

Long night 

Starless 

Looking for our star 

Still waiting after dawn 

The clouds are brighter 

Still waiting 

For the Sun 

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Sometimes even the clouds do not get much brighter. 

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Evening Slides

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Watching and listening. 

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Evening Slides     -     14 Sep 20 

Alone on a clifftop 

Silence 

Apart from the distant waves 

Watching 

As the last vestiges of 

Evening slides 

Into the starless depths 

Silence continues 

As the ocean 

Breathes softly 

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Darkness closes in around me. 

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Another Time

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Dark across the world in strange times. 

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Another Time     -    21 Apr 20 

Siren song in the darkness 

Of a tired withered dream 

Impatient waves 

Crush the will of 

Another time 

As a black flag 

Flutters forlornly 

At half mast 

Taunting the night 

Starless 

Praying for the dawn 

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Maybe this will strike a chord in your thoughts. 

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Silent Shiver

A new poem started to form in my mind, I did not expect an alliterative piece to be the result.





Silent Shiver  -  25 Dec 13

Silent dark
Starless in the cloud-filled night
Sketching colourless phantoms in
Silverpoint detail
Sleeping spirits have
Spiral dreams to keep them company
Scant moments to prepare
Stirring wakefulness as you
Shiver while asleep
See the tired dream
Slide into the mind
Succubus awaits





I did not expect the the content either, especially given the day ~ Joyeux Noel everybody.

Between Words

I'm not entirely certain where the inspiration for this poem came from but it seems to work.  The final line was a very late addition, a couple of hours after the rest of the poem formed.  The structure was unintended but as it formed it felt necessary.





Between Words  -  31 May 13

In between the words
Once spoken as truth
Lie the hidden
The shapeless forms
Of the things
That always should stay
Hidden

In darkness come
Grave robbers of thoughts
Seeking to steal
Corpses of ancient ideas
Cadavers of the tired dream

Moonless starless
Dark absolute
Hiding words

Hiding worlds

Somewhat darker than my offerings of late.

A Sad Song

Writing, once again, in the dark of night with soft music for company. Muse said, "your turn" and asked me to take up pen and write.





A Sad Song - 06 Sep 11

I know I said it
Once
A long time ago
As I walked toward you
I said
I love you
But now I realise
I was walking in vain

I know I said it
In the dark of
A starless night
When even the Moon
Chose not to look
And my words
Lost their way
In the dark

I know I said it
But dark tears
Washed the traces
The feint footprints
From the path
And my lost words
Were walking in the rain
Again





Interesting how a thought can take you into places that have not been explored and can only be seen in the dark of night.
This poem / song is not autobiographical, nor is it about anyone I know, it is just a feeling that grew out of the music to which I was listening at that moment.

This is my offering for:
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/06/open-link-night-week-8/