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~~~~~

There’s nothing to find

when the night hollows

itself out with a spoon

and the only sound

you hear

is from the crickets

rubbing against the brain

a tune all too familiar

 

I wish I could go back

to the heat of the moment

when I felt the burn in my soul

from that wild conquistador sun

scorching her way to the sea

and shattering the old world

with new found promises

 

But it looks like this night

is gonna be a dark one

and that fickle red sun

is shining

on another horizon

 

So I’ll just lie

in this bed that I made

and dream of rosy tomorrows

when a golden-haired beam

will shine just for me

and I can discover

those lost hidden treasures




~~~~~

Author notes

Well, there's a couple of kinda couplets at the end if you want to call that a form ... hahaha ... more like a stumpy two step

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  • judyjudyjudy
    June 8

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    Some great turns of phrase here - "rubbing against the brain", "the night hollows itself out with a spoon", "this bed that I made." It conveys that feeling of a sleepless night that goes on forever. The mood is dark though you do have hope of a "golden-haired beam" in the morning.

    Very original.


  • bluesquirrel silver member
    May 15

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    Like so much of your work, this conjures up a whole lot of images that I can relate to, certainly the hope of discovering lost hidden treasures- they are always there but sometimes elusive- so ain't it great when you find them!


  • righteousme
    May 13

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    i loved it as usual... sometimes i am sadlike for you and i both... the yearn to be younger and wiser at the same time... i pull yr pieces over me like a turtleneck that doesnt quite make it past my face but warms my heart just the same... you are my favorite poet on here... one that not only i can relate to but i can look up to... thank you once again for sharing your work with us all...


  • Night Hope gold member
    May 12

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    "and the only sound
    you hear
    is from the crickets
    rubbing against the brain
    a tune all too familiar"

    By Jiminy, I think she's got it. Ohhh, so THAT'S why my head itches & I hear clicking in my ears all the time. I love it, Madame Librarian. Thank you ever so much for gracin' my page with your Presence, Karen. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. Wander Lea


  • EvilKate gold member
    May 12

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    Now this I liked. Most alluring was the 'conquistador sun' - just two words to capture a book full of promises. That's a thing called skill I think - yup, defiantely.



    PS: "defiantely" IS a word - from the unabridged dictionary of kateness. It means definitely defiantly so.



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