Open Poetry #27 |
When comes the night? |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
It stays light in July until it seems day has evolved into a new kind of ever time, Breaking rhythms, rhythms of the darkness turned to light and back to dark again. One is restrained from dusk by endless day, or so it seems, perhaps it is the seams That have parted in the lengthening of morning into noon into afternoon until They are one the same, no seams, just endless day, but I am no sophist, No philosopher spewing forth erudite pronunciations of the day of the ever day, Just one walking treelined streets observing mothers with their disheveled hair In wait for night that never comes while children who should be in their beds Run screaming through the yards, apparently the only creatures who enjoy ever day, as we search, seek, the passing of the ever day and hopefully, prayerfully, the coming of the night. |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
I have to so agree with this.It seems July is the onth for longer awakenings and less sleeping.Thank goodness it's only a month.You did excellent here.Enjoyed this. angelblueyes |
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IntoTheFlames Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 92Va, USA |
Yes I agree the days in July seem to go on forever and again you are right children love these days ( at 16 I'm still loving them!) You have described every part of these everlasting days excellently! Great write! ~*Summer*~ |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
Perhaps that is why so many take their vacatons during the month of July, to make the most of their days. But woe to the mothers with young children who must endure them ... excellent points brought across in this write. Enjoyed. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This was exactly how yesterday felt... I could only sense the feel but you found the words. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Tim~ I love the long seaming (steaming) days of July ...~ 'prayerfully, the coming of the night' An enjoyable read~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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