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waiting for the night
by Emily Tongthe trees are waiting for the night.
falling to their side, skin so thin it tears,
I am coughing, choking out a twilight song
for twinkle ears; keeping time
time time and the fireflies dance across daydreams as
my eyes fill and fester images of a northeast corner.
I am searching. memories like small beacons beckon me
to the water and I drift, float beyond current –
occurrences in the water do not disturb take your chances there
is no lifeguard on duty, signs reading everywhere and yet
warned, here I am, drowning. the moment I await comes,
but passes too.
ahh. there you are,
I sang,
my bright and dying star.
06/22/2010 Author's Note: so.. i may have lifted a few lines from someplaces..
Posted on 06/24/2010
Copyright © 2024 Emily Tong
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 06/26/10 at 03:14 PM a beautiful very lonely write. there is abandon and there is the awareness of that you've abandoned. that there is home but the wish to flee because the currents are strong. lovely write. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/24/11 at 07:50 PM Reads like it came from some bad dreams! Not waiting for the night but for the dawn! Vivid images. |
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