I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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7 April 2014

Night Poem

“Write a night poem,” 
came the instruction,
and at once I went blank.
I won’t say my mind went blank; 
no, it was full of invention. 

I started a poem about
black velvet skies 
and diamond stars, 
but I couldn’t extend it
past that hackneyed image.

I thought of writing how nights 
are lonely now without you — 
but the fact is, although true,
that’s only part of the story. I 
am one who likes aloneness.

I planned fantastical,
lurid words to conjure up
magickal tales of the night,
perhaps without much meaning.
They seemed too silly.

I picked up my book instead,
settled against my pillows,
sipped my cocoa and patted my cat,
as I like to do at night. But you can’t
make a poem out of that.

April PAD Challenge 2014, day 6: A night poem