| Open Poetry #34 |
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In the Night |
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MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
Before the dawning, before the light I wake to the emptiness of too large of a bed; It is still dark with the wind howling Causing the trash cans to roll in the night With a rumble and crashing as if thunder Of a spring storm prowling, But not a teary raindrop is shed, Just a gusting, just the wind waking. The clock tells the time it’s too early to rise, So I lay thinking of her once more, As if wishing could make her return, But at least these thoughts don’t moisten my eyes, ( this time ) Just shake my heart and soul, I guess I’ll always yearn For her to warm my bed so cold, On a restless winter night. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
But at least these thoughts don’t moisten my eyes, ( this time ) Just shake my heart and soul, I guess I’ll always yearn For her to warm my bed so cold, On a restless winter night. ![]() Knowing this.... beautifully bittersweet write |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
All too familiar... Very well said, my friend. miscellanea |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
Don't you just hate those trash cans!! ... endless luggage of the worn and weary. sounds like the past few nights to me, and not a dream in sight. An excellent write, glad I stopped by. *S |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Happened by this again and thought I'd catalog it. Those nights... miscellanea |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Darned if I didn't forget to hit that checkmark! Now i got it... |
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