Poem -
Night's Flames
Upon the flames of the night past
Sleep simmered right throughout,
And in smokes cold as clear glass
I remained awake through shivers.
Being awake by the flames I mused
I could cook a few raw sentiments.
The heat however, raged so fierce
Not a feeling cooked right but burnt.
Frigid ash of those charred sentiments
Rose up with that plume of cold smoke,
I could only stare at that flaming sleep
Awake in the night through the shivers.
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Comments
In Swedish, it's called vargtimmen...in Middle-English, Uht!! That hour between three and four AM when your demons come to haunt you...and your own thoughts become the enemy!!
A wonderfully evocative exploration of reality...and unreality!!
J ;)
Shukriya so much Jason for the review and a bigger shukriya for the lingual trivia! Much appreciated. :) Wish a word for that might be invented in English someday too!
awesome pen sir!
XX Lisa
Shukriya so much m'lady! :)
I love your visuals in this piece. Amazing imagery with a very passionate feel.
Very much enjoyed!
Shukriya so much for your time and generous review. At least something of consequence emerged of my insomnia! :)