Open Poetry #48 |
February |
Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
February I hear the silence of the night, An apathetic hiss... Drawn by its passion, by its light, Its fervor and its kiss. The passion rages in my soul - My body cries for sleep. Beneath the merciless control Of its unmastered keep. Laughter peals, a binding stature - The expense of one awake... Tortured by the laws of nature, Of which he cannot partake. Caught in the curse of something fey, Perhaps some witches spell; I toss and turn my forlorn way Through an endless night of hell. Till the shadows seem to darken, Till the soul begins to pine; Till all senses seem to sharpen The emotional incline. Till voices creep up through the hall, And penetrate the gloom; While in their weave I greet the call Of that I can't exhume... The tricks played on a weathered mind - The air turns damp and cold, With a tingle by which I'm blind To February's hold... Here, in the pensive predawn light, Somehow seeming the norm; As sanity loses its bite, I watch darkness take form. Forever, but a memory, And infinity drawn Beyond the clock's illusory Dreams for this useless pawn... The sun cracking the horizon, As Death before me grows; I honor sweet oblivion - At last let these eyes close. Michael Anderson 2/01/2012 I strike! It quivers in that heart Which drives me to this end; I draw and kiss the bloody dart, My last-my only friend! ~Abraham Lincoln |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“The passion rages in my soul - My body cries for sleep. Beneath the merciless control Of its unmastered keep. I honor sweet oblivion - At last let these eyes close.” Whew… I was tense throughout this entire write. February is an unusual month in relation to the other months of the year, and this being a leap year, is only one of the irregularities. Not sure if this is your point or not, but I loved it any-who! JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The rhyming champion of Pip, continuously stuns us with rhyming verse after rhyming verse. You poems always have, beneath its surface hearken to days of olde. You are just fun to read even though your subject matter is mostly dark. I like dark. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
You do dark well, dear. I've often thought that theres nothing quite so desolate as the middle of the night, when everything is quiet around you. Chills with this one... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Insomnia is a wretched companion whatever the season... but somehow seems worse when the bleak and cold and dreariness of outside are reflections of what's within. But pawns have power, sweet friend... they're far from useless. *S* As much as I love the wonderful words that spill from your pen as you toss and turn, I hope you claim both power and sleep soon. Fantastic write!! |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Oh this os great, hate those sort of nights, thankfully they are few and far between Love is the life of the soul... |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I have never felt a bout of insomnia like this. Never really understood things as well as I do right now. You give me clarity, Michael, and help some memories make sense to me now. Not only is this a good poem - I think it is an important poem. Thank you. Alison |
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