Slow, slowly it comes,
sliding down the skies a shadow’s touch,
an indigo dream, but this is the time
when I miss you, miss you so much.
I try to listen to all voices and sounds,
but there is only silence in the air.
Where are today all barking dogs or cats,
nobody is sitting on the porch,
where is the sound of the rocking chair?
Went out for a walk, ground is so dry,
I feel bathed with the secrets of night,
the horizons ate all traces of shooting stars,
my steps are quiet under the blue arc of sky,
eyes look at leftovers of sudden light.
Was that a star or did I see a butterfly?
Or just a dream with eyes open wide.
Under feet the whispers of dark grass's soft tide.
I want to peel from my skin this narrow veil
and to walk, to walk far to some other place,
there where the night turns its coat to pale,
there where is hidden the smile of my face.
In a list
A contest entry
- Now Comes The Night.... by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended October 13, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Outstanding
Under feet the whispers of dark grass's soft tide.
This poem is full of rich imagery , it has a sad tone and yet you capture the beauty of nature effortlessly. I particularly liked the ending which reminded me of the romantics. Congratulations on the trophy.
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Am glad you won a trophy for this. Beautifully expressed with a sense of serenity. Wonderful poem.
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Thank you dear Kiran. I am glad too.
~Sonja~
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Some wonderful imagery you have penned here! This has a subtle melancholy to it that takes you along with it. Beautifully done!
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I am so glad that you like it. It wasn't easy to be between the best after all great entries in your contest.
~Sonja~
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Lovely
Is your friend still in the military?
So much of your poetry is lonely and missing someone.
Jim
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"I want to peel from my skin this narrow veil
and to walk, to walk far to some other place,
there where the night turns its coat to pale,
there where is hidden the smile of my face."
Fine writing here my dear, so pensive and powerful.
I felt this one, all the best.
mj.
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Thank you mj for so nice comment and your rare but precious visit to my site.
~S~
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"Under feet the whispers of dark grass's soft tide. "
so many lines I love in this...and 'indigo dream'...
it's why I always read you...beautiful, beautiful imagery...I love the ending too, very unique
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Thank you dear Tara.
~S~
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Simply loved the title of this poem, Sonja...and also the blue colour, or is it the "i-miss-you-blues"? As always, wonderful visuals and natural metaphors in this poem... lovely poetry. Somehow this made me think of Neruda's "blue as a night in Cuba"
~ Nicolette
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Thank you dear Nicolette.
~S~
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