Pragmatic
The insect that flew just under the stars.
I shone a flashlight on the figments of the dark.
A night in splinters.
It would take just a moment. No one needed to know.
3/6/23
The insect that flew just under the stars.
I shone a flashlight on the figments of the dark.
A night in splinters.
It would take just a moment. No one needed to know.
3/6/23
Comments are closed.
There is something about your poetry set in night time that always has a magical atmosphere and dreamlike quality to it.
Thank you. I think you have summed up my feeling about night. I’ve never been afraid of the dark, but instead I always felt it was a world itself, less harsh, less glaring, no sharp edges, more flowing and accepting.
❤
Thank you!
Very nice! 👏
Thank you!