»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #43
»
Beyond Midnight
| Open Poetry #43 |
|
Beyond Midnight |
|
|
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
He sits alone in contemplation, far into the night Midnight's hour long since past, as ponders on his plight Shadows dance across the wall in rhythm to the glow Of embers of a fire near death, macabre shadowed show, In his hand blank manuscript, of thoughts as yet unwritten, Amid dark depths of melancholy, lay tales by sorrows bitten. Upon the night falls tales unspoken, as he seeks of ports quiescent, In somber stealth of midnight's waning, within his mind, pound screams incessant. |
||
| © Copyright 2008 Tim - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Stunning write, Tim. I understand the thougt behind it completely. Ida |
||
|
steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
darkly beautiful...nice... |
||
|
BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
it's about the shadows dancing on the wall, and how the light spills into the darkness and falls on every word. It is the time I feel most alone. Beautifully done, Tim~ |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
