At Two in the Morning,
when crossed roads meet
like purposes on train tracks
whistles fade or come near,
ever moving
Two, in the Morning
thoughts begin to tire
reach for friendship in amber
or red, dread of bed where dreams
rise and walk, time reminds
the glass is only once half full.
Always, at Two
when silence settles
even far away voices leave
and morning seems so far
and morning seems so near
I am square between looking back
and not looking at all; to shed
hard edges and reveal courage to find
love.
Two,
when truths take a stand, and doubt
must dry as rain of morning; retreated
against the warmth of the sun.
But now it is the Moon that begs
and none can resist the subtle call
silver pall veiled bright, filtered light
from ancient sands. And footprints
rest ashore aside waterless seas
near my wishes to be; for men keep
eyes to a sullied ground and stars
wait with more patience than faith.
Always in the Morning, when wondering
how long they will wait for me?
Author notes
I want you to write me a poem inspired by Emilie Autumn's "4 'o Clock"
A contest entry
- Insomnia by LaylaLace.
1000 points, ended September 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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At two in the morning I sleep...
It's in the quietness of the nights that we can really hear and listen to our thoughts, deep thoughts, and give wings to our dreams before closing our eyes to sleep.
I loved the title, contains such a deep meaning, and the last stanza is my favourite. Indeed an excellent work here!
Mari
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Very well written. I liked the last two stanzas the best.
Good luck in the contest!
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"And footprints
rest ashore aside waterless seas
near my wishes to be; for men keep
eyes to a sullied ground and stars
wait with more patience than faith."
that stanza combined with the question of your
last two lines is very powerful...
Wonderful lyrical poetry
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It's amazing where thoughts will take you on a sleepless night. I like this line ... "dread of bed where dreams rise and walk." Best of luck in the contest!
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well the theme was four in the morning... but i couldnt stay up that late!
Think sometimes dreams do rise and walk and wisdom tells us to pay atention...Thanks so much...H
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Always in the witching hour, two ships pass silently in the mist, like lone drivers in opposing lanes. It's always a courtesy to cut your high beams when others are seen, even in a fog that hits you like a deja vu. Write on, bro.
Dez
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Dez-
True enough, we don't own these roads we just get enough to get where we are going...thanks so much ...PK
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For me it's three in the morning.
A very wonderful take on the prompt hon. Repetition works here. Such quiet longing... sigh.
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i think repetition is something i do because it is two...in the morning...... thank you..for all...PK
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