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Blind Night
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Thursday, October 13, 2022 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- The Blind Night -- John Herlihy Moonlight all-seeing, But night truly blind. Moonglow beaming, In night’s dark mind. Night touches land, The earth trembles. Using braille by hand, A blind man resembles. We cry into the night, Swallowed by the wild. Its savagery feels right, By its mystery beguiled. As if fallen into a void, The night worn as cloak. All the daylight destroyed, Its dark depths to invoke. In darkness, the night sees, Thru stars, silence, smells. Earth blinded on its knees, As the night its story tells. Blind night sees by touch, Distant stars brought near. Twinkling, they offer much, Their soft caress held dear. Stars from a great distance, Speak gentle words, glisten. Blind night with no resistance, A silver pond and forest listen. Day thought it never to end, The sunlight to shine forever. Yet night day’s lie did rend, As dusk the day’s cords sever. Night thought it never to end, The starlight to shine forever. Yet day night’s lie did rend, As dawn night’s cords sever. Moonlight all-seeing, But night truly blind. Moonglow beaming, In earth’s dark mind. - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Saturday 24 September 2022

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on November 22, 2022

ONE DOESN'T TRULY HAVE...SIGHT...UNTIL THEY HAVE WALKED THROUGH THE BLIND OF NIGHT, BY FAITH. ENJOYED, THANKS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by audrine max

Reviewed on October 14, 2022

beautiful. there is so much depth in this piece. truly an amazing write, John, and so many lovely images as well. it reminded me how beautiful it is to stargaze especially during blackouts. thank you.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

The night creatures would say, if they could, "My nights are filled with sounds, smells, images and wonder there is nothing blind about them to me."

Otherwise I liked your thorough rendering of an idea here.

Ron

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

Reviewed on October 13, 2022

Beautiful, sir! It is as if the poem is silent, unspoken.

Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp (Reader)

Blind night sees by touch, Distant stars brought near.Twinkling, they offer much, Their soft caress held dear.
Loved this tapestry John

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

I think Percy Bysshe Shelley said it well. �Art thou pale for weariness, of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, wandering companionless among the stars that have a different birth, and everchanging like a joyless eye, that finds no object worth its constancy.� John, your insights are a joy to read. Well done.
Peace.... r

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Thinking of the moon this way, personifying its mystery, gives the reader such a journey, short as it may be. There's lots of fun imbued into this perception of one of nature's most beguiling examples and introspection arrested into fresh imaginings.