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Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Nightfall
Nightfall
I shall burst if I don’t write a poem
but all too soon the day will waver,
night will quickly fall and the hours will darkly pass
and though my bed is calling I am far too wide awake
and cannot fall or even falter as it beckons.
As I undress, sparks fly off me in the dark and they dissolve.
I wonder where they go and start to dream…
I shall burst if I don’t write a poem
My unwritten words are electron-charged,
such is their yearning to be borne.
There are whirling echoes in each conscious moment
as the questions swirl around inside my head.
Are the ways of night just an ending to a day?
Is slumber a kind of journey to another realm?
Or is it all Just a Dream?
Is our dream-life Life itself and daytime our life’s dreaming?
Do I dream you and you dream me?
Is it all about the waking or the sleeping?
The thinking or the scheming?
Is it all about writing, dreaming or just being?
I shall burst if I don’t write a poem.
Cait O’Connor
Well that one definitely got me - or I got it.....either way I loved it.
ReplyDeleteLove it :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you did write your poem Cait. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem Cait - your words skim and dance like stones on the water.
ReplyDeleteOff to catch up on your weekend poems.
Jeanne x
Wonderful Poem Cait, so pleased you did write the Poem. Hope some day that we will be able to have a book of your talent with writing for Poems.
ReplyDeleteWhen the day is gray and life is not going how one would like it to be just reading your lovely Poems makes one sit up and think... ah poetry in all it's beautiful glory.
xx
This will be dancing through my mind all day. I like it.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, lovely picture!
ReplyDelete- your words skim and dance like stones on the water.
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Your poem is perfect, Cait and calmed me down no end, which I am in dire need of right now. So, thankyou.
ReplyDeleteCait, I have read this post on Monday night, under the full moon!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem.
I often feel as if I will burst if I do not get out the sketch book or paints and paper. And yet. I do not get them out. And I do not burst.
Or have I already burst, and let all that inspired me just go free...to inspire someone else?
xo
Beautiful!
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