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nightsong

by Rhyana Fisher

night calls to something in my soul
to something buried there
it can't be peace, there is no peace
within my soul to share

the crickets chirr, a background hum
to thoughts crowding my mind
they sing to me, all's well this eve
despite a day unkind

black velvet sky, so far, so high
above the petty fights
the angry words, the ugly looks
change not the faint starlight

leaves rustle gently in the breeze
a soothing lullaby
the pressures from the people here
can't silence their soft sighs

night calls to something deep inside
neither to joy nor sorrow
it strengthens a waning resolve
to survive each tomorrow

04/02/2003

Author's Note: hum. old. needs a little smoothing out. comments, suggestions?

Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2020 Rhyana Fisher

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Betania Tesch on 04/06/03 at 03:40 AM

I wish I was good at constructive criticism but poetry is poetry and I've never really written for anyone other than myself, so I can't say what would make anything better. As long as it's you, it's what it should be. Ask yourself, what in this poem is misrepresented, what isn't exactly how it should be said? Maybe that can help you...other than that, it's like cool night air, painful yet numbing.

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