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Jealousy of the nightime.........poem

Updated on August 12, 2015

Can we ever know if the afternoons are simply
jealous of the dusk
when evening breezes arrive and break the hearts
of those of the day in trust

When the inversions of cool night air have saved me
time and time again
though I realize the indifference of the moon
where can I find my pale and hidden friend

Yes I love the night time that so many
others tremble inside and wait out
for the false light of dawn
and the birdlife to rise and shout

Now I sit quietly as coyotes yip and cry out
asking me of the missing moon
adjusting for my night vision I wonder
have they given up too soon

No I think not as slumber overcomes
I'll rest and await the moon to arrive
It's just a moment or two late
I'm sure it's that rush hour drive


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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Hello Ms.Dora . I'm always happy to make you smile !......Which makes me smile !

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Colleen , Hello my new friend !...It sure does mean everything to us campers , so often I am at my camp , totally quiet , remote , just the night sky , the silence and my thoughts , .....It is great ! Thanks for stopping by !

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Hi Eric , yes we owe Mr moon soo much ! Ha !

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Jonas , yes if we keep the mystery alive , we win !Thanks !

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      Dora Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      You present an interesting idea and your ending conjures up a smile. Thanks for your unique content.

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      Colleen Swan 2 years ago from County Durham

      This poem brought, both thought and past memories. Many years ago I would go camping, just with tents and backpacks. It was a time when the beginning and the ending of the day was aligned with nature. It meant everything.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      How wonderful. A thousand thoughts were rushing to find a place in my conscience as I read this. All good. It really reminded me of being a small child and that fight I would have with going to sleep at night -- damn I just did not want the day to end, too much fun to have. Now I thank old Mr. Moon for the signal to rest. Thank you much for the reminder.

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      Jonas Rodrigo 2 years ago

      This was a very inquisitive poem. Despite what people say, I still believe curiosity is a wonderful trait.