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Night Skies Full
by Alison McKenzieI am almost someplace else,
Music impossibly layered
Into the ambient chorus
Of birds, frogs and cicadias
Echoing off tree bark
And giggling water.
My wooded walls
Whisper cracks
And spider webs.
A mist lingers
To catch its glimpse
Of our rising Sun,
Defiantly resisting
The little death to come,
That moment when
A seductive wind
Mixes warm against
An afternoon arriving.
My soul belies
The buzz of technology’s hum
And the unintended digestion
Of nanobytes
With their predetermined purposes
And cloaked programs.
I know,
I am,
An existence full of questions
And answers just a finger-tip
Closer to being grasped.
Soon, I will use them to depart
In night skies full of family.
07/22/2013 Author's Note: I was feeling drowsy, as if I was two places at once.
Posted on 07/22/2013
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/22/13 at 09:02 PM A lot of this imagery does feel like the kinds of things that come to a person when exhaustion lowers their defenses a little. Lovely work. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/22/13 at 11:17 PM I agree with Gabriel. There's definitely a certain magic in this poem that we all can relate to. Strong spiritualism also in how it closes with the mention of family in night skies. Good to read you again Ali. Welcome back! :) |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/22/13 at 11:54 PM Not a bad place for poets to be...that netherworld between sleep and wakefulness...Beautiful imagery from a mind uncluttering itself before the bliss of sleep, Alison! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/23/13 at 01:34 AM Remarkably restful, that second stanza, to me, is magic. Thank you. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/25/13 at 06:26 PM If this is drowsy, I yearn for awake. This was beautiful...intoxicating, even. |
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