Loathe the Night
A poem about the beauty we don't see (Poetry Pals Prompt #17)
The Poetry Pals prompt for this week was to write about beauty. Thank you to the guest poet, LeAnn’s Punctuated Poetry, for the exercise. Although I struggle to stick to 15 minutes and embrace the unfinished…here goes!
Loathe the Night
by Shondra Bowie Riley
Scenes of glimmerin pink and blueand greenI don’t mean to objectify youthere’s more to the storminsideYou run much deeper than you shineand you keep showingupBut must you show outwhen my eyes are firmlyshutMy wish is one of luckbefore I burn my list and set the bucketAlightCome back to meCome back to meAnd I'll no longer loathe the night
Relevant Sense is free. You can show appreciation for my work by buying me a cup of tea.
Of all the people ever, here we are. Thank you for sharing time with me.
I FEEL THIS.
I’ve been working on my missed chances poem for a week now, and it’s weird how achy it makes me feel when I think about that weekend of missing, wishing, trying, and coming up empty.
We never get the chance, here — and I wasn’t asleep but watching a movie with my family, have been off socials and news, and our phones were up for the night… all intentioned choices to be present and (except for the movie) unplugged. Had we not made those choices — we likely would’ve known and seen it.
Ironic, really.
I love this Shondra! From one aurora missed to another 👌👌 I stayed up the second night until 1am and it wasn’t visible 😆. Beautiful words and reading of them ❤️