Amputated Moon

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May 13

In the Dark Night

Category: My Poetry

now is when the phone rings

when the dreams rise and fall

now is when most of us arrive

and now is when we depart

 

in the pre-dawn darkness

our monsters arrive

to take away our sure logic

leaving us with unknowns

 

when our fears are strong

when our eyes are shuttered by the dark

our ears are keen for the unexpected

small things seem enormous

 

now is the time we can’t count

the comings and goings of souls

now is the time we can’t measure

and categorize and control

 

we lose the fine lines of the EKG

and the ridges and whorls of the fingerprint

the sure beating of the heart

we lose the measure of who we are

 

but still dawn creeps forward

into the chaos of darkness

and the earth turns

without any one of us doing a thing

 

day arrives

jeweled in sunlight

we can finally see

what the night has brought

 

Pamela Olson, 5/12/08

 

This was written in response to the prompt

at Poefusion.

Photo:  by Andrew Mrt1976
artwork Fingerprint
from flickr

6 Comments so far

  1. Noah May 13th, 2008 6:16 pm

    This is an incredible piece!

  2. christine May 13th, 2008 7:40 pm

    Wow! You gather so much here–dreams, sleep, time, consciousness…. A wonderful poem.

  3. gautami tripathy May 13th, 2008 8:24 pm

    It has got very all elements wonderfully woven. Thanks!

    sleeplessnes

  4. Michellle Johnson May 14th, 2008 5:43 am

    Another great piece. This brings a consciousness of who we are and what we bring to a new day. I feel like so much was said here and that I just scratched the surface. Wonderful job. Have a nice day.

  5. One More Believer May 15th, 2008 11:31 am

    …the phone ringing in the late night/early morning… thaz a great line.. you’ve caught that time and place perfectly where we’re somehow so vunerable…

  6. cynthia May 17th, 2008 7:55 am

    beautiful, such a magical, frightening time, this hour of
    the night, surreal.

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