After Midnight

[Guest wordphoole]

In darkness I awaken

alone and cold again,

when reaching back I find

empty blankets on the bed.

 

No body slowly breathes

soft rhythms in the night,

to soothe me back to sleep

or to loving memories.

 

Silken skin no longer yearns

for touch of finger tips,

no morning sighs to stir

wakened passions of the dawn.

 

I was cherished evermore

in dreams that I once had,

arms held me close and warm

in security of sleep.

 

But it drifted all away

and now I am awake,

to lie alone and cold

in a slowly fading dream.

 

 

(2002)

 

 

Edited by: wordphoole  at: 12/6/02 9:30:01 pm

[Guest andrea hawk]

I hope you go and post your application at the Recruiters office... nice amount of feedback... and a good poem thats very poetic... I can identify with you poem. Nice work and go apply!

[Guest wordphoole]

I thankee ma'am. I have done so. Though, I hope it will be understood that I will not likely be able to spend a whole heckuva lot of time here, what with hosting duties elsewhere and both a teenager to supervise and granddaughters to spoil.

[Guest Mister Burrofoot]

Thank you for the feedback, and your poem is very nice.. I am starting one called Buzzing Jackets, its based on my experience with Yellow Jackets

[reverie]

nice...

 

 

rev...

[Guest wordphoole]

Thank you so much, Mr. B and Reverie.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Read at night

words such as these

might haunt one’s sleep

with news of

the emptiness of dreams.

 

Read at dawn

such words name well

the starkness of the real

which lingers

and must be faced

with the fading comfort

of slumber’s dreams.

 

A very well-crafted piece in which every word is a word well used. Fine use and development of a sustained theme that in its very specificity seems to point beyond itself.

 

An enjoyable and stimulating read. Well done!