Open Poetry #21 |
Poem of Life, Poem of Reflection |
EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
I sit in the dark and write poems this night. The firelight pulses, advances and retreats. My brothers are sound asleep. The wind howls and shrieks outside, In an icy and cruel dark night. This is a comforting place to be, As songs of old feelings repeat in my head. Perhaps you can feel them, my friend. Pieces of love our soul can embrace. Aye, taunted by the dark I am, my friend. Yet I wish only to bathe in the light. Humming and glowing upon my sleeping brothers. They look so peaceful. I turn my head away from the dark. I want only to be in the light. Ah, yes. That firelight. That comforting glow of the dying embers. I sit in the dark and write poems this night. The icy blue moonlit wind struck night, Makes this comfort enhanced somehow, contrasted somehow. Yet I'd rather stay inside and warm, Than freeze my bones in that night. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Eagle There is much atmosphere in this poem, could feel the warmth inside, the cold out..the comfort of your brothers..not a bad way to spend the night..writing this. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Ah, yes. That firelight. That comforting glow of the dying embers. ah, the firelight has been a friend many times. Well written, enjoyed. Enjoy life, this is NOT a dress rehearsal. |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
there's a certain ambience in this poem...love and quiet reflection perhaps. its poe-esque! this is wonderful! |
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