Nocturn
With half a life lived in the dark,
an owl’s hoot, an answering bark,
the moon across the water scattered,
ragged clouds, wispy and battered––
I float in night and solitude,
the night determining my mood.
I lie in darkness and I brood,
a momentary interlude.
When sunlight comes in fits and starts,
The day brings out my other parts.
They rise in me from dawn to noon,
dispelling powers of the moon.
Thus balanced between dark and light,
each half consumes its daily bite.
I welcome each within its time
Life varied, balanced and sublime.
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Did you notice two different spellings of nocturne? Nice poem. Liked, the owls’s hoot and answering bark … Cheers Jamie
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My friend usually catches those. Thanks, Jamie.. Anytime you notice my inconsistencies I appreciate your letting me know!!!
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I love this poem – I’ve read it so many times over the last few minutes that I’ve probably learned it off by heart. There’s something soothing about it.
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Oh Jane..Sometimes I wish I could give you a hug! Here’s a try at it. xxxxx
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I’ve been assured that internet hugs have a positive effect on the recipient xxx
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Beautiful, reflective .. love this poem
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