Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Night (A Nonet)

Like a cloak over her bare shoulders
Black night descends about the day
Pulling, shrugging, settling in
Day sighs in gratitude
Heaviness ,comfort
are to be hers
Night will rule
She will

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, Prompt 18, There's A Moon Out Tonight


Fireblossom said...

This is as soft as the sun going down...

nene said...

'snore', you just put me in a slumber. I'll write something when I wake up.

Arnab Majumdar said...

Strangely, the rhythm about this poem reminded me of a song, Lateralus, by Tool. I'm not sure if you'll enjoy it or not, but if you do hear it, take care to notice the rhythm about the song...

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darev2005 said...

A descending dwindling nonet. Visually as well as verbally descriptive. Nice. Very elegant.

Pat Tillett said...

Very nice! The first two lines suck you right in.

twinkly sparkles said...

I like this form and your poem. Cool!

Michelle Moloney King said...

I love the last lime "she will sleep" the s sounds were a nice cosy way to end the poem.


laurie kolp said...

Great image and very comforting. Nightie-night!

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