The Night of Poetry


Sunday, January 30, 2005
Night



Pesky night,vaguely mysterious
Deeply opaque,painfully crisp
A catacomb of mummified corpses
Of dismembered dead memories
The hungry night gobbles up
Tiny hesitant moonlight shadows
Of compensatory life's little joys
The sea of darkness,vertically bottomless
Stretches incomprehensibly towards
Hopelessly sterile sea-sky horizons
With no little specs of hopeful boats
Bobbing up fortuitously,unexptectedly
No babbling people in sight.
The inky night infiltrates the bones
And cave-smelling creatures of the dark
With their topsy-turvy world-views
Take off in a fit of satanic fury.


A lone flamingo shrieks in its sleep
Causing ripples in the night's stillness
As the night deepens clusters of fireflies
Rise from the depths of the kindly earth
Sowing luminous seeds of sweetness and light
In the vast wild wastes of the firmament.

Posted at 10:36 pm by adukuri

 

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