Midnight Play Poem by Vijay Sai R
Midnight Play
Eerie silence everywhere
As my clock strikes its gong
Twelve sweet chimes
Haunts my living room
Surrounds the entire space
Waking me up slightly
Looking somewhat frightened
I got up from my bed
Chilly weather outside
I peek through my glass window
Sparkling silver dots in a black curtain
Back to bed again
I begin to ponder
What made me to wake up
In this wee hour of midnight
A faint flip
A hissing hustle
A rattling whistle
Spines chilling
I gazed at the corner
Where it all emerged
Still the same pattern
A hustle, a whistle, a rattle
Gathering courage, I followed the rhythm
All I could find
A sleeping pill!
A dancing aluminum foil!
Enough to give me a sleepless night!
he he nice man...real nice...i liked the humour at the end and the word usage...way to go buddy
Vey effective! The spine chills, looking somwhat frightened, these feelings we have when sleep evades us. The haunting thoughts that break our sleep. Creeping noises that disturbs our souls. Our reliance on medicinal pills. Well done! 10
enough to learn you're a rhythmic explorer of your well paid surroundings....this single poem is enough! ! ....
Well written, I could see the picture in my head. Amazing piece
A silence captured- existential ocean deep with portent - Iiked this a lot
Wow! loved it. You got me thinking what that was. Great picture created.......... I thought what it would be.... A dancing aluminum foil! ... Well Written.
So true, how the midnight hour is so full of fear due to childhood stories. Reminds me of my poem, 'Phobia'. A wonderful write, well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thats not the style of peotry im into, but interesting word choices.