Sunday, March 20, 2011

night is pleased 




in the 
mid-night 
there is comfort
in the still; 


before dawn,
slumbered eyes
shield me from 
sunrise spinning 
its hunger beneath 
the floor - 


I awaken 
from mottled dreams:
the night is pleased
to be rid 
of me. 




Poem © 2011 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo© 2011 by R, Burnett Baker 

6 comments:

  1. beautiful, with a tinge of heartache.

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  2. what a twist,
    night is pleased to go,
    you got inspired so...

    enjoyed the imagery, brilliant piece.

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  3. but not as pleased as i am when it falls...i tend to love the night...

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  4. I love-love "the night is pleased to be rid of me".

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  5. wonderful... especially.. "comfort in the still".

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  6. "comfort in the still"...That's when I do most of my writing. Great imagery.

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