Thursday, January 21, 2016

WHEN NIGHT IS ALL I KNOW


When there is no light to see
I shut my eyes
open my ears
hear the grasses softly swaying
like dancers in a beautiful ballet

When there's nothing but blackness
I close my mouth
breathe in, breathe out
smell the rich garden
beneath my open window

When darkness is my only friend
I lift my arms
relax my hands
let my fingers touch
a sweet stranger's face

When night is all I know
I stop reaching for the sun
take off my proper hat
give my long hair to the wind
happy to be alive in the bright moonlight


Poem © 2016 by Dylan Mitchell

10 comments:

  1. Excellent, though I'm polar opposite

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    1. I have more energy during the night. The sun makes me feel drained :-)

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  2. Beautifully expressed. I can fully relate to this, since I have always been nocturnal.

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    1. I've been nocturnal for as long as I can remember. This is one of my sudden poems. I completed it in a few hours. Thanks for the kind words :-)

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  3. you poetry is so touching. It'd fit perfect for the Warsaw invisible exhibition.

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    1. I thank you much for the kind words. The Warsaw Invisible Exhibition sounds awesome (did a quick Google search). Wish I had been there :-)

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  4. I love day and night, hence I'm always tired! I love 'smell the rich garden'
    :-)

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  5. Thanks Lisa! You are a true poet :-)

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