Night
is a shuddering child
afraid to ask for light
getting the idea to giggle
over a smuggled torch,
then tiptoe to the glow
of the dreams in Nod.
Night
is a Van Gogh sky
more indigo than navy,
star-whorled
over a couple making love
by a barely talking creek,
not feeling a rock.
Night
is a refuge, a threat,
an endless wait,
a comet, a promise,
broken, or not.
Night
is an owl or a nightingale
or a siren, or all three.
Night
is the throat of a rose,
velvet meeting velvet,
quicksand unseen.
If we're brave luv, for you
and for me.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, August, 2007
Aberjhani
Carole~
Love Tinka
is a refuge, a threat,
an endless wait,
a comet, a promise,
broken, or not.
These are my favorite verses. I love the whole poem, Pea. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
fee
original and lovely, Pea
Gina
Stunning imagery and flow
You are brilliant and very gifted poetess my Friend!!
Love Peace and many Hugsss to you....Morning star
Blessings ...
Richard
I like Ron's suggestion and I thought
Enlightened Night like Day ;) Well...
or maybe not. lol
Call it, Awesome Night Write Right..
Stay safe...