Hours of this...
Distant fireflies dancing in the night behind my eyelids,
Taunting, distracting me from sleep with their quick, confused movements.
The dizzying arcs they weave in my mind are, at times, too much,
So I wake,
And the ceiling, blank and uninvolving, greets me with a stare.
Always the unrelenting winner of this nightly game we play,
I turn to the side and ignore his self aggrandising glare.
Hours of this...
My thoughts drift back to too long months ago when you were still here.
Your lips would bend into a smile, pleading for a single kiss,
With fingers linked in mine like a steeple in the warming sun.
I loved it.
Loved staring through the cracks in our roof at the blissful, bright day
And how we'd climb up, push our hands through the gaps that formed up there,
Daily becoming larger so that we could fit ourselves through.
Hours of this...
Regretting the memory of the day the invasion came,
And quick fix boards were pasted to blot out all our precious light,
The dark days I spent asleep, all alone and so without you,
'Til it rained
And refreshing water dripped into my parched and thirsty mouth.
Love, the cracks and holes in our steeple are just now coming back
And, at last, I can climb out and get myself back home to you.
Posted for One Shot Wednesday at http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com. Come and join in!
this piece speaks to me of, life, beauty, a free spirit and dark bump in the road that leads to light once more. Love it! well rounded piece and heartfelt!
ReplyDeletethank you
I have nights and nights like this, very relatable piece glad to see a softer side ;)
ReplyDeletehi adam - nice piece you wrote here - i like the emotions, laid out in an honest and tender way - and i love these lines because of the imagery..
ReplyDeleteLoved staring through the cracks in our roof at the blissful, bright day
And how we'd climb up, push our hands through the gaps that formed up there,
Daily becoming larger so that we could fit ourselves through.
Heartfelt and profound write Adam, beautiful to read.
ReplyDeleteAnita.
So personal, like I'm getting a piece of you, laid out for all eyes to see. Great.
ReplyDeletei guess I have been inundated with WWII today the cracks in the roof represent the opening to a blue sky but a reminder of remnants left from an attempt at destruction
ReplyDeleteThe end spells hope strong and clear
Nice One Stop
thanks from MDW
Adam, beautiful write which can be read on a myriad of levels; nothing so fine as a piece written with simplicity that takes the reader through layers and layers of thought. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteA scene which was played out millions of times, from which some millions did not escape. Adam, I like. You write good.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful story. I read it three times to really appreciate the moments you created.
ReplyDeleteMoving & great... so well said these words which describe an everyday circumstance... but extra-ordinary when read like this...
ReplyDeleteI love this Adam....brilliant and beautifully vulnerable!
ReplyDeletei think you really exemplify your stated goal here of stripping things down to a more uncluttered and unpretentious style, and you manage to do so without losing any of the richness of imagery. Particularly liked the roof/ceiling/growth metaphor.
ReplyDeleteThat invasion comes all too frequently. Well done.
ReplyDeleteA tender and very vivid poem! Great job.
ReplyDeletelove the imaginary.
ReplyDeletegreat one shot
cheers :)
Love your poem!
ReplyDelete"With fingers linked in mine like a steeple in the warming sun. / I loved it." Many clever lines and reads enjoyably through drifting memory. Cheers
ReplyDeletetouching words
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece - love it. You really brought the memories to life in a very accessible way.
ReplyDeleteLoved your choice of language and clever use of them... a recollection told beautifully.
ReplyDeleteAlso liked the personification of the ceiling -- "greets me with a stare", and the repetition of “hours of this…” -- very nicely done. Enjoyed the read.
This is a beautiful read. Thanks for sharing. Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteThis has a lot of depth, Adam. At first it seemed merely a sleepless night story, but it soon became much more. A great One Shot!
ReplyDelete(I found it funny that you used the term "self aggrandising" because just yesterday I wrote a post by the very similar title, "Self Aggrandizement")
Layers and layers to it. One it can it in so many ways...
ReplyDeletedestined wanderings
Very well done, this really reflects a lot that life, love, is not so perfectly structured, yet it can built upon with a good foundation layed out with heart. At least from my personal viewpoint is what I feel in it. Excellent work! :) ~April
ReplyDeleteNice piece... haven't had a mosquito night in ages, it took me back to more humid climes...
ReplyDeletecheers
Luke @ WordSalad
Loss, distance, all that potent stuff, with some great moving picture magic. Good work. :)
ReplyDeleteLike the life goes, this one flows...
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