Sunday, 2 September 2018

Nightfall




The sky turns its face towards me
and raises a brow in a question mark
will you know me wherever I am
and wherever you are? Without
the fingerprints of a single star?
I don’t know, I whisper. But I am
being diplomatic. The sky’s the same
everywhere. I don’t wish to hurt
any feelings. Probably meet again
unexpectedly in another city
somewhere. The smoke of evenings coils
around me upwards, the factory
whistles its workers slowly home.
Nearby a stripped tree wears nesting
sparrows like sparse winter foliage.
The shoeshine man sits at the crossroads
of darkness and cobbles the soles
of scuffed daydreams.

17 comments:

  1. Even with stars it looks the same.
    Don't tell it though.

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    1. Different stars down under :) though I have yet to see that difference

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  2. Hari Om
    I now feel hugged by Night... YAM xx

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    1. In the tropics being hugged by Night is more comfy than one from Day!

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  3. soles of scuffed daydreams....souls everywhere searching the night sky

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    1. Not dissing the sun or anything, but night skies have a bit more oomph..

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  4. Hi Nila - just lovely to read ... nostalgic too ... will you still know me ... yet tomorrow we will again be here ... love your thoughtful poems - cheers Hilary

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    1. Nostalgia is something I specialise in Hilary :)

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  5. Well-written. Yes and we might yet meet again!

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  6. Though your still have a friend close by
    yet in the darkness evil still hides
    a friend or Foe but until the end
    no one will ever know
    well written with feeling strong
    your versus always carry us along

    Good job as always

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    1. Thanks Ellis. Always admire your ability to comment in verse.

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  7. The stuff "under" the sky seems relatively the same, too! The cliche "There's nothing new under the sun" could probably be re-phrased as "There's nothing new under the sky," too.

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    1. Plus ca change plus c'est la meme chose in other words...

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  8. Nicely written. I usually don't pay attention to nightfall of late since I'm usually inside at the time. I enjoy my times in Tennessee sitting on a porch as evening envelopes a group of us engaging in conversation. I have great memories of nightfall over the years of my life.

    Arlee Bird
    Tossing It Out

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    1. It is indeed a beautiful hour. Thanks.

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  9. I was in Norway once and they told me that the moon is different there than in the US. That it was like a bowl filling up when it was a half moon or either emptying. Unfortunately ,that was a lifetime ago and I don't remember. Now I have to wait until the leaves come off of the trees in my yard to even see the moon and try to remember.

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