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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Night

Night used to be cells of
unsolicited solitude
but I put the time
to good use.

I read,
wrote songs
and practiced
all the clever things
I would say
extemporaneously,
if I were ever lucky enough
to get a date.

I stayed up
late into the night
beside a static-filled
AM radio
and I imagined
I was the only one
tuned into this
distant AM station
playing old country and western tunes.

Night always told me
"Someday.
Someday, man, it'll
all be different.

Better."

Now
at the end of the day
filled with
my family
who have no hesitation
in claiming
my every waking hour,

I revel in my solitude,
as I troubleshoot computers,
listen to old C&W songs over
the internet,
write the occasional poem,
and sink deeper
into some library book,

I look out
at the blue purple sky

and realize night
was right.

14 comments:

  1. Night is always right. kanzensakura is Toni Spencer

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  2. I love nights too, enjoy the wonderful solitude and the wonderful calm.
    Night is right!
    Anna :o]

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  3. I am a night walker. I write my best work beneath a small light bulb moon.

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  4. I used to love the night and the time I had ...now life has changed once again.

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  5. There is something magical about night.It's my special 'me' time for expressing thoughts . I loved this sad sweet poem.

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  6. I know just what you mean! (Well, not the writing songs or troubleshooting computers, but...)

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  7. This is so incredibly evocative!

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  8. The same but better. What a wonderful night it sounds

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  9. Aww. All better:) Sometimes night is nice enough to whisper truths

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  10. I remember how solitude once felt lonely, and now i guard it with my life, lol. Families do gobble our hours. Loved this poeml

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  11. I can relate to this on many levels....and yes night was right! Love this!

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  12. Night time is the right time!

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  13. Careful what you wish for... I do understand this poem. As Sherry says above, solitude is a precious thing these days...

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