A Poet's Night
The flames twinkled in the sky
Where some dream
And where some fly
The smoke and colours dance
Along side the birds
Where butterflies prance
The moon shines bright
Being a guide
Sharing it's wonderful light
The trees of the forest cast shadows
They stand tall and proud
The branches knocking on your windows
The quill scratched against the parchment
They wracked their brains
Trying to explain in words what they meant
The screen illuminated their face
Bright colours and sounds distracting
They shook their head and resumed their place
Working by digital candlelight
Working hard and working long
Into the dead of night
When the owls hoot
Being the only company
When the poet's brain refuses to compute
The cat curled around their legs
Providing warmth and comfort
'sleep' the poet's body begs
The final words come in sight
Within the lonely,
Stretch of night
Though the poet was never alone
Though they may sit at their desk
They also sit upon a throne
Surrounded by friends but nobody is seen
An unconscious state of mind
As the poet recites their dream
All throughout that comfortable night
The poet continued to write and write
They gave up everything, using all their might
To make the words, birds and butterflies take flight.
A different world was within the poet's sight
A place where he met a king, queen and a knight
Immersing themselves in something they dared not fight
As though, on a windy day, they were pulled by a kite
Up in the sky, to a very high height
All of this was done in a poet's night
9.07.2021
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
