What is it about the night?
After the sun sets the air thrums with wild electricity.
Just before dawn a final burst of excited energy ripples through the semi-darkness.
Then the sun rises, dispelling the magic.
Every dawn feels, not like a new beginning, but like the death of a mystery.
The sunlight leaves me no privacy.
5 comments:
That. Was. Cool.
"The sunlight leaves me no privacy."
Beautiful last line!!!
Thanks, that line occurred to me when I didn't have any paper handy so I walked around with it written in permanent marker on my arm for two days.
Nice one!!
Beautiful! Very nice work.
Sarah Allen
(my creative writing blog)
you are something else jimmie....so talented...i still remember the poem you write back n middle school i think, about darkness very intense...so proud of you big sis
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