Poem Number 23108

embers

i dream of the night sky,
mottled orange with the smoke haze
of a scalding hot day.

high up, tiki lights are strung
out amongst the faraway houses,
out towards the east.

i imagine the street
is silent. outside, a dog
barks, twice. then silence.

the stillness is cool,
the comfort of a light sheet
worn on those restless summer nights.

i yearn for the night sky
again, to watch the grey airships
precess and sprawl with the wind.

i yearn for the teasing breeze
taunting relief from a
relentless sun

i yearn for the silence
the happy calm, the safety,
the absence of harm.

i imagine a dead streetlamp,
visible from the window,
blink, and wink into brightness.

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This is like looking into ones longing for a better place or time.
And though the poem pushes visions of a wonderful, almost enchanted place, the readers mind seems to hang onto the longing
and so reading of this poem carries a melancholy feel.
Strange how this poem plays your emotions. Well done.
baz
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this is a good read, i like "precess and sprawl into the wind," and "blink, and wink into brightness." very visual.
)Kaleb
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thx both.

sometimes i wish i
were an artist,
but i must make do
with a medium
of words
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Oh but what strokes you make with words!