Tuesday, October 09, 2012

CCCXC - Night Hangs Heavy


Posted for Real Toads Open Link Monday



Night hangs heavy.

Night hangs heavy.
Beside me, rhythmic breathing.
Sensibly dressed, demure.  Asleep.
Spoons.  Nestled together.
My arms encase, finding their way to skin.
Words come and go in my mind.
The night passes.

Dawn.
A wattlebird chants matins:
Repent-repent-now-now-now
A tram grumbles distantly.
The passing car, a magpie,
Urgent steps, going somewhere.
Beside me, rhythmic breathing.
I wonder what she is dreaming about?

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© 2012   J Cosmo Newbery
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26 comments:

  1. 'Dawn' draws a great picture in my mind :)

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  2. To fall asleep nestled together. To greet the dawn still together! How nice Cosmos!

    Hank

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  3. From night to dawn ... this was a great tale !!!

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  4. Wow... this is beautifully written... and a pleasant surprise as I'm used to your rhyming poetry.

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    1. Thanks Laurie, rhyming is my first (poetry) love but I venture into free-form occasionally. (Eight times by my side bar.).

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  5. I can picture this, J Cosmo. It all seems so very peaceful despite the noises that dawn brings.

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    1. Thanks Mary, It was actually composed while lying as described.

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  6. She's dreaming of you, of course!!!

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    1. Just what I was going to say, Lee. Noting could be more fitting.

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    2. Great minds, Rob-bear! :)

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  7. Won't she tell you in the morning?
    Perhaps the truth....perhaps
    Like the way you set the scene with sounds.

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  8. I just love this poem. The sincerity is palpable as is the tenderness of the thoughts expressed. The men have really scored high in my books this week!

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    1. We are hidden treasures! Thank you.

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  9. You captured the essence of 'spooning'. :) Lovely...

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  10. I used to think the Wattle Birds chanted "Hot pies, hot pies, chips, chips, chips".

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    1. Well, obviously the wattlebird is a reincarnation of Dr Atkins. It's the 'wattle-I-eat-bird' now. Repent your pies! Too much carbohydrate!

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  11. It was a nice night, J.C. And now morning one awakens. On the street? Wherever, it was a very nic write.
    ..

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  12. Interesting takes above as to me this is about someone kept awake all night by his thoughts, while next to him his partner sleeps the sound sleep of the innocent (or exhausted). Whichever, it is a really nice piece.

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  13. How comforting to have such peace next to you when you can't sleep. I often read, but love to know my husband is sound asleep next to me. I also like the image of the world outside getting on with its day, but you are still secure and warm together :)

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  14. Your wattle bird is more musical than ours. Just the same I really like the images of person the first nestled beside person the second. Holding her close. Thank you.

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  15. Sounds like heaven to me. Interesting that I read it first as the inner monologue of a human spooning a human love, but it could be animals and--in nature--parent + child love or flower petals opening . . .

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  16. "Beside me,rhythmic breathing...." and the images. Your post touches my heart.

    Thanks for your insightful comment.

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  17. Someone once told me that if you ask that question of a sleeping person, they will say.
    But then, from the chambers of their mind, it isn't always what is expected and that sometimes it is complete fiction.
    Funny.
    But then, that I finally dragged my butt out of the cave and started walking the Earth again is almost funnier, eh?

    Spoons were always the bestest.
    And, different for every person, near as i can tell.

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