I’ve always loved the night
With its far flung dome
Of black and white
Twinkling and crinkling
Like so many pearls
Washed up and shining on a beach somewhere.
I used to sneak out of my room
Careful of every creak and groan
Loud silence echoing
With every cautious step
The Boogeyman grinning
Right over my shoulder; invisible.
The winds would whistle
The trees would creak
A silent orchestra wound up
Unseen fingers of sticks and reed
And still the night sky
Beckoned, imperious and enchanting.
I could feel the cold
Seep into my bones
A new sort of music
From chattering teeth
But those stars seemed to laugh at me
The universe was much colder.
For a long while
I stood there
Watching, waiting
Breathing; silent
Believing in miracles, hopeful
For what, I never knew.
At length I unbent
Huffed and puffed heavily
Warming frozen limbs to action
Seeking my warm bed
For cold comfort
The stars had not been kind.
I never knew what called me
Every winter night
To see them dancing
Across a brilliant sky
A shimmering gown of precious gems
A distant admiration.
Some hope still remains
Though I left those dreams in the cold
Long ago, in another life
But one day the stars returned
Cold, aloof, uncaring as always
And yet, unchanged, unending, constant.
As they had always been
Cold comfort was comfort still
A quiet assurance, a glimmering hope
Such as they could freely give
Bound with lasting enchantment
Equally drawn to me. Present.
© Ruth P. – 2016
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What do I say, my dear friend? Should I marvel at the way you have started with your love for darkness? Or shall i feel forlorn at how what you seemed to seek comfort was what saddened you? Should I talk about how you never stopped loving unconditionally still and that you don’t give up hope? Can i simply say, this was a deep, soul stirring write? Would my feelings suffice?
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They would suffice and indeed be complete in themselves. Thank you for your seeing so much. Although I will say that since sorrow and longing have been such very old friends and companions, inexplicably, they showed me that love does not need to have any boundaries whatsoever. I identify with the darkness, more than with the light; but then, there is light within the darkness too, not just outside of it , or even separately. It is all encompassing, accepting of everything and everyone, it does not discriminate, and it’s love is unconditional and everlasting. Because, at the end of all things, there will still be darkness, and that is what makes it beautiful. Do you see?
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Absolutely! You are most correct in your assesment. I agree wholeheartedly. I too am biased towards darkness because only then I can see the light. Makes sense?
I always tell me poet friends, never ask a poet “does it make sense?” And here I’m asking you the same. Ha! Even if something doesn’t make sense, I will make it make sense. That’s what poets do. And you are a very sensible poet yourself.
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Aw, shucks! Don’t you go making me blush now. (imagine Bugs Bunny doing the blushing maiden routine 😛 ) And I suppose I made a similar faux pas in asking “Do you see?” 😀
Ah well, thank you for saying I’m sensible, at least as a poet. Mostly, that’s not a term applied to me. 😛 Love that you like this poem!! 🙂
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You captured more than just the essence of a moment, you captured its whole spectrum. This piece is delightfully rich. It fits an entire world in a few lines. As soon as I started reading it, I entered a magical scene – like those you could see in a Tim Burton’s movie. In case we don’t share the same taste in films, let me make it clear right there, Tim Burton is a genius to me, a most talented creative mind, so I am paying you a huge compliment. Thank you for this moment! You made my night sharing your unique universe.
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Oh, I share your love and enthusiasm for Tim Burton and his work. I am incredibly moved and shaken that you would pay me such a compliment. But your commendation means a lot to me, so I do humbly accept it. Thank you. I am glad you like it so much. 🙂
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Tim Burton is awesome 🙂
and I love it! As I said your words transported me and what else are you looking for when reading poetry?
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So true. It happens with a rare few novels as well. But poems truly do open doors in the air. 🙂
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Here is where this post was reblogged on Mug’s Tale as part of the 18th Featured Challenge on sounds. Once again I love this poem!
https://mugstale.wordpress.com/2016/04/20/featured-challenge-18-sounds-text-3
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Humbled! And thankful! Unexpected, but so very welcome! 🙂
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I feel there will be more of those!
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I surely hope to create more of them!
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Keep them coming! It will be a delight to read them all!
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You’ll know when they’re out here! And if not, I’ll let you know!
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Please do!
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It will be my pleasure. 🙂
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We’ll share that!
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Gladly. 😀
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beautiful poem that takes the reader on a quite a journey through night and your connection with it. 🙂
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Yes. Most of it is presented as a sort of looking back on times past, which then catches up with the times now towards the end. But all through it is the connection that I tried to give prominence to, and I’m glad that has come through as well as it has. 🙂
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🙂 I got the connection and the change of times. The beginning is awesome–a real eye catcher.
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That is the image that entered my mind when I was looking up at the night sky. There is no truer line that the one that the poem begin with. 🙂
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quite true 🙂 and what a lovely image 🙂
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🙂
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An en-joyful read, every line has a taste of its own to the mind. Nice flow 🙂 – Cezane
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I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for writing in. 🙂
~ Ruth
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What an amazing write. Your words paint such clear imagery. This was a great read.
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Thank you. I am glad you liked it.
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