Night Thoughts
Coldness in the air tonight
Raindrops splatter on wet glass
Wet things slither creepily
Hidden in the uncut grass
I sit beneath the overhang
Steam drifting off my tea
Disappearing in the night air
Like the love you had for me
Inside the TV droning
Words scattered in empty rooms
Lighting cross the harbor
Thunder bellows sonic booms
A shadow in the mind
Single memory of past
A smile. A touch. A kiss.
Flee from bonds to last
Bedtime is for dreamers
A keyboard beckons me
Nights are writer’s workdays
My muse won’t let me be.
Oh how I can relate to this write!
Regis from the other coast
Take care!!
Love tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Reindeer
It's a good thing your Muse won't leave you be, when you write such wonderful poetry! O, to join you in Newfoundland.....I need a vacation! Anywhere!! LOL Have a good time, be safe, know you'll be missed. :) And in my prayers.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love, Birgit and Roger
Your Muse is your dreams. She compels your passion and moves your words from night dreams. I think she's done a grand job getting you to create this poem. In our inner mind we hear quiet whispers...we feel stronger emotions when we keep them inside but when we decide to spit out the words we think....it's amazing what thinking can do on paper.
Have a grand time in Newfoundland. What's the weather like there?
Be safe and well.
Susan