Night Owl

 

Night Owl

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.

 

For the Early Bird or Night Owl Prompt.

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

26 thoughts on “Night Owl

  1. scotthastiepoet

    Pleasingly precise and very crisply written, Judy. Particularly elegiac and finely sculpted final lines, I thought:
    “I welcome each within its time
    Life varied, balanced and sublime”

    Many a fine writer would be delighted with that! Methinks..

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  2. kim881

    Your poem has dreamlike qualities, Judy. I love the way you begin with sound, ‘an owl’s hoot, an answering bark’, then paint a perfect picture of a moon on water, and dark and brooking emotion. The sunlight is a complete surprise!

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  3. Lori

    I live half my life in the dark. I like the idea of waking when all should be asleep. There is a comfort in that enveloping darkness but yet I’m always glad for the sun’s eventual arrival. It seems the night is a time for the mind while the day is the time for the body.

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  4. hypercryptical

    I like the conclusion too (and all your other fine words). Day and night each bring their own pleasures and I welcome both.
    Anna :o]

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      As do I. Hard to tell which influences the other more. Anna, I woke up three times during the night and each time as I woke I up realized I’d been writing a poem in my dream and was struggling for a rhyme for the last line! I could remember the poem and the word I was trying to find a rhyme for and remember one of the times I delayed getting up to pee while I struggled to find the right word. Now, was that night influencing day? Was that the poem I wrote upon awakening? Or did the day influence the night that was trying to form it into a dream poem? I think the younger we are and then the older we are the more those two worlds meld together.

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