The Night Poem by Vera Dike
The Night
The night
The ink leaked from heavy clouds
to the house walls
The street smelled after rain
The flowers closed up
with loud sound
static electricity crackled
when the night brushed its hairs
In the time of low voices
everything faded.
An invisible conductor
raised his baton
and drove the orchestra of bat wings
to great heights
Someone threw a stone
to the depth of dreams
and circles danced
on the water of consciousness
All the 'if' and 'what if'
echoed between the walls
then disappeared
to the darkness
The bat caugh
the deadhead buttefly
Someone was born
and cried
for the first time
Someone has died
and returned to the darkness
to The final destination
to The source of life
where we came from
The Death and the Life
etenral rivals
pilgrims of the nigth
sat next to each other
on the wet grass
The song of the Blackbird
gave birth to the dim light
Very, very powerful Full of emotional sensation on life and death, transmitted thru verses full of correct surrealistic images that take you to the sphere where the poet is and wants to take the reader. Images that shake, impress and remain. A truly amazing poem.
Jefferson Carter. Shame on me. I've found two, threw and electricity, can You kindly point at the rest? I saw some of Your poems, they are imaginative. I like the idea of tsunami
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Vera, I like that conductor metaphor but the poem is hurt by your many typos and misspellings. Be careful! In a good poem, every word counts. If you'd like, check out my new webpage: jeffersoncarterverse.com Let me know what you think of it. Yrs, JC