Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
03-11-2019, 06:07 AM
When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence And Tick, Tick, Tick
Collaboration with Robert Lindley
8th March 2019
Town was quiet, its heart barely beating
midnight hour came and went so fast
moon and stars blinked through open window
silence echoed in the town's invisible pulse
Strange how life gives night its powers
its more peaceful and murmuring tones
we that too oft wake to its untimely sounds
feel crushing aches in our despairing souls
Clock watching becomes our pride-less new sport
with tick, tick, tick, its rallying calls
and when that strain promises to explode
we pray dawn's falling rays wakes world's all.
We thought not to wake too soon
yet feared we may not wake at all
and tick, tick, tick, rhythm hypnotised us,
we watched no clock, but listened a while,
until it lulled our weary eyes to sleep;
we woke uninvited, but unknowingly compelled,
tones unheard would not have been peaceful
and nights powers made us beg for our lives;
the town purred with morbid contentment,
moon and stars stroked its back,
between midnight and dawn we writhed,
the quiet town passively cursed us.
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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I was very pleased yesterday to find our poetry site had awarded Poem Of The Day to our collaboration.
I had written the title and the first half of the poem, shelved it for quite some time (to be finished later)and
then much later I decided to offer it to my very good friend Lawrence to finish as a collaboration.
He immediately accepted and readily agreed to compose the second half.
This I think is our 5th collaboration and from that number of poems I think 3 have been chosen as POTD.
Edit: This collaboration is also copyrighted under my name on my poetry page at our home poetry site. --Tyr
Collaboration with Robert Lindley
8th March 2019
Town was quiet, its heart barely beating
midnight hour came and went so fast
moon and stars blinked through open window
silence echoed in the town's invisible pulse
Strange how life gives night its powers
its more peaceful and murmuring tones
we that too oft wake to its untimely sounds
feel crushing aches in our despairing souls
Clock watching becomes our pride-less new sport
with tick, tick, tick, its rallying calls
and when that strain promises to explode
we pray dawn's falling rays wakes world's all.
We thought not to wake too soon
yet feared we may not wake at all
and tick, tick, tick, rhythm hypnotised us,
we watched no clock, but listened a while,
until it lulled our weary eyes to sleep;
we woke uninvited, but unknowingly compelled,
tones unheard would not have been peaceful
and nights powers made us beg for our lives;
the town purred with morbid contentment,
moon and stars stroked its back,
between midnight and dawn we writhed,
the quiet town passively cursed us.
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
************************************************** ********************************
I was very pleased yesterday to find our poetry site had awarded Poem Of The Day to our collaboration.
I had written the title and the first half of the poem, shelved it for quite some time (to be finished later)and
then much later I decided to offer it to my very good friend Lawrence to finish as a collaboration.
He immediately accepted and readily agreed to compose the second half.
This I think is our 5th collaboration and from that number of poems I think 3 have been chosen as POTD.
Edit: This collaboration is also copyrighted under my name on my poetry page at our home poetry site. --Tyr