Night Porter

Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Sleep On It

Evening sky fraughtwith alarm – broodingclouds menace In morning lightall is redeemed –resplendent the day. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)

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Not Meant To Be

He was night dark, ruminated over death and loss and injustice Don McLean on repeat I was sunshine yellow joy of living optimism on steroids Dancing Queen If opposites attract then we were magnets lured by the mystery One Way or Another When night meets day colours explode light breaks black Shame, Shame, Shame (For […]

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Night Calls

A shrill note pierces night’s curtain – an insistent, pestering alarm Is it loneliness that motivates the caller – the need for a warm body to calm her feathered fears or a throaty hum to lull her? Or is this an infant cry, a hunger for nourishment anxious in separation waiting for mother’s regurgitated assurances, […]

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Midnight Caller

Who is at my door, at nighttime prowls? Temporary is this stopover; bravado attempting vision – fear limits perspective and I’ve been called – what emergency exists that sets my heart throbbing; why is it so difficult to breathe? Is it angel or devil that seeks entrance, pierces the darkness; I am present – would […]

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Parents Beware!

Warily watching innocents parading on the edge of darkness, portraits of miniature monsters haunting deserted streets. Howls from a local asylum like sirens scream of wizards, devious deviners hovering over fresh young blood Heart beating irrationally, I pause to calm my breathing, turn to find my charge gone, disappeared in the haze. I retrace my steps – […]

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Sorrow’s Vigil

There is sorrow in the nighttime, when the light of day has faded, and the noise of life subsided, and all the world is slumbering. Then my heart beats with a single lone drum, a heaviness weighing on me, chest punctured with grief, distractions losing their hold. There is sorrow in the nighttime, a deep-seated […]

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