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Midnight Ponderings |
*Belabebeautiful*
since 2003-01-03
Posts 696washington, USA |
It is in the night my mind becomes awake The darkest hour of midnight Opens a portal to my soul Pure and innocent essence Written in the shadow of candle light With eyes that stare at a flame unseen A world passing across heavy lids Sown through the veins flowing out the fingertips On to flawless paper Dreams about an unparalleled reality Incoherent thought Like the incessant ramblings of a crazy woman And yet; when written down Perfect sense is made Epiphany Reality Structure Idea Expression moving across the memory While the hand scrambles to catch up With everything the mind proclaims An instant of recognition with something long lost And then… The blink of an eye The flickering of the candle And the world recedes into the background As a new sun arises This one was yet another one of those couldn't go to sleep so I just started writing in the middle of the night and this is what came out of it poems! Please tell me what you think. People always ask me why I don't look toward my future I tell them to many interesting things are happening today. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Yay! Oh Bella, I too love to write midnight rambles, I do it quite a lot as I am scared of the darkness and therefore go to bed around 2 to 3 A.M and sleep late! (big hugggsssssss) I love how the dawn comes in at the end, yay, this ramble should be muttered deep in the text of this poetry book, my vote is in, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Bella, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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*Belabebeautiful*
since 2003-01-03
Posts 696washington, USA |
thank you for the reply! I always like to hear what other people think of my poems.I'm gald to know I'm not the only one up in the middle of the night writing! People always ask me why I don't look toward my future I tell them to many interesting things are happening today. |
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WinterWren Senior Member
since 2002-12-01
Posts 1044...Coming to |
I have read this one before and LOVED it. Which means of course that it has my vote. WinterWren |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Well, as another one of those who does their best writing in the middle of the night, by candlelight....BRAVO!!!! Seems like the best thoughts come together when we are sleepy, but sleepless, eh? Loved this one! Accept these small gifts from my gypsy soul, and let the magik happen! ~~S~~ |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
This is very nice. Reminds me of one of the first poems I wrote in an attempt to be serious, which was about one in the morning being not quite morning but night, and so on. Heh, I was something like eleven years old, so it wasn't as good as this or anything... just brings back memories. I love how you wrote this, indeed the purpose of poetry is to capture that incomprehensible element of our mind and give words to it. You've done that well here. I especially like the ending. Nicely written. Parasite "Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Simply fabulous! I know whereof you speak! I am certain that many other readers will identify with it as well. Warm hugs, EA |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Pure and innocent essence Written in the shadow of candle light With eyes that stare at a flame unseen A world passing across heavy lids Sown through the veins flowing out the fingertips On to flawless paper Dreams about an unparalleled reality Incoherent thought ===================================== you've captured true the essence of muse and poet. well done. " ... And think not, that you can direct the course of love ... |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I write a lot of these "ponderings"...words that haunt me until I put them on paper |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
All poets should be able to relate to this....LOVED IT!!!! Bridgette |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
That is for sure - I sure do, and it definitely gets my vote. |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
I like this. It stirs the thought muscles. *s When you think you have heard it all, |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
I like this and I also like when the idea came to you. Inspirations for a poem can happen at the most odd times, can't they? Hugs. Ethel....garysgirl [This message has been edited by garysgirl (02-22-2003 09:06 PM).] |
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DawnG
since 2000-06-23
Posts 1494United States |
Some of my best writing has come from midnight rambings. Great poem and you have my vote. Dawn |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Well done! ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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*Belabebeautiful*
since 2003-01-03
Posts 696washington, USA |
Thank you for your comments everyone, they mean a lot to me to hear what other poets have to say. I'm glad that you all seem to enjoy the poem. ~Live and Laugh~ People always ask me why I don't look toward my future I tell them to many interesting things are happening today. |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
This is a fabulous poem, I think when we least expect a masterpiece, that is when it happens as I see here your midnight masterpiece. Sometimes we have to follow a stronger voice, even if it's silent. |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Can relate - this certainly gets my vote. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Why is it our mind catches up with us at midnight? Joyce |
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