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Waiting for Night to Arrive
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Wednesday, March 1, 2023 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- Waiting for Night to Arrive -- John Herlihy Disregarded, the night quietly slips away, Banished by the dawn awakening the day. Celestial light shines down on earth’s face, Showering the land with its heavenly grace. The world awakens with a sense of promise, The day’s clarity and warmth offers solace. Earthly souls awaken from nightly slumber, Happy and sad souls in countless number. The day marches forth full of hectic activity, The harsh light allows for very little mystery. Changing weather a measure of our moods, The sun smiles, but the overcast sky broods. Forget not the progress of the passing hours, Each one making claims, demanding to be ours. Morning freshness, then afternoon weariness, Amid the rush, where be the day’s peacefulness. Small wonder that something doesn’t feel right, As we begin to await the sure coming of night. Patiently we wait, with patience most beautiful, Letting the day slip away with its demands dutiful. We speak of the coming darkness as night fall, Whereas the night arrives as a panther’s crawl. On the far eastern horizon, the animal creeps, As dark shadows thru the sieve of day seeps. Sunset arrives, striking down the day with fanfare, Twilight fills us with hush, at the horizon we stare. The moment has arrived we have been waiting for, The panther of night moves forward, paw by paw. Sunset’s interlude echoes forth as a violin adagio, Until night, in full dress, sings its basso profundo. Darkness of outer space has swept over the land, The night shutters fully drawn by the Divine Hand. Seeing, feeling, being the night before anyone else, There, at the very heart of things, beating as a pulse. The darkness bejeweled by the moon, star galaxies, Leading us along the Milky Way and all its mysteries. Into these depths of darkness we do happily dive, After waiting so patiently for the night to arrive. To lay down in repose, awash in night’s tranquility, To wander the darkened caves of night’s mystery. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Saturday 18 February 2023

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on April 28, 2023

DAY OR NIGHT, THERE IS A BEAUTY TO BEHOLD AND TO BE GRATEFUL FOR... IN WHATEVER HE HAS SO PERFECTLY CREATED AND SET IN PLACE...JUST FOR US. WHAT A FINE TRIBUTE TO...THE NIGHT! THANKS JOHN. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by David Thompson

Reviewed on March 4, 2023

Night is such a peaceful time and a time for reflecting. I know it�s unhealthy, but I usually stay

up till around 2 am, waiting for some sort of creativeness to come and join me in the quietness

Of thought.

~David~

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 2, 2023

Once again, in this poem you have so thoroughly examined the coming of the night that there seems that nothing, not a single nuance, related to the arrival of night has been left out. You seem to have this kind of mental structure that wants to include every possibility relating to the subject at hand.

On the other hand, I tend to enjoy a more simpler viewpoint like that old song� "When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls, and the stars began to come into view�"

Ron

Reviewed by Poets Soul

Reviewed on March 1, 2023

I love the night, The fast pace of the day gives wy to the show quietness of the night. I enjoyed this poem. Another gem

PS

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe

Beautiful painting of words.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

An effective wash of images, John. Seems, in this phase, that we (as corporeal beings) are always waiting for something. Perhaps though, what we are waiting for is not as significant as what happens to us, and what we can accomplish, while we are waiting. Thought-provoking. Peace.... rlc

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Perhaps the waiting has its purpose beyond our comprehension. As you say, there is solace and other rewards as one waits. I've had similar moments of clarity and anticipation of night's magic as the day often is so cluttered with noise, distraction and often, sadness wherever one looks. And.. of course, there is the relief that knowing one can enjoin the universe of darkness with the universe of nocturnal dreams. Maybe, even get lucky with a productive sleep and not one that tosses and turns one's consciousness about like a reality caught up in a hurricane of dread. Much to contemplate in this excursion into the oft-ignored historical memoirs of all our existence.