Thursday, June 6, 2013

The night

Photo by Grace @ Everyday Amazing


the night 
brings the restless
words into open:  raw
as pitted seeds, bare bones, grieving 


of you -  


Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Nocturne 

Poetry form:   cinquain

20 comments:

  1. I love tree photos. Your poem feels both sad and beautifully written.

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  2. The night sure can bring much indeed, better to hide away when it gets dark at your feed

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  3. I love the night, I can rest (finally) and I can pray, read and sleep.
    Nice poem!

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  4. ah, Grace
    you bring us back
    from dark, through dusk, to pale
    even when the moon goes missing
    we wait

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  5. ..perfectly expressed Grace... i felt that grieving between the intentional spaces... smiles...

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  6. So very true...at night so many words surface that were kept at bay in the day!

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  7. Yes. I so agree. Everything becomes raw at night - at bedtime. Fabulous, succinct piece.

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  8. Grieving is raw. Awesome words to describe a restless night.

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  9. Oh, I know those nights~
    I love the way you expressed it~
    Wonderful Grace

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  10. "raw as pitted seeds" — wonderfully expressive, as Ella said.
    K

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  11. Very well put! the night opens up wounds in solitude

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  12. The night can wrap us like that

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  13. raw as pitted seeds...the bones...the grieving ...def has emotional pull esp when you get to those last 2 words...smiles.

    happy friday grace

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  14. Yes. The melancholy is palpable here and so true that we seem closer to pain at night.

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  15. The night really does have a way of doing this doesn't it...?

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