In the quiet of the night
When I try to slumber
Thoughts come rolling in
Like tides of emotional reactions
Like factions of the heart
Actions of the truth
Manic highs or seething lows could not render
Could not decalcify the solitude
Of honestly objectified Encroachment
Put to motion by contriteness
And conviction of the soul
All to the forebearing completion of an undelivered lie
Brought to light by undeniable confirmation
Manifested by the silent ringing of the conscience
Who bears witness to these wild ties
But who's to write our rite of passage?
Watch and wait for the Encroachment
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Unobtrusive Sun (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is essentially a midnight rambling, basically enveloping the unknown directions of our lives. Which path do we take?
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What a powerful write.
The silent ringing of the conscience
The forebearing completion of an undelivered lie
Decalcify the solitude
Just a few of my favourite lines
I wish these feelings were kept to the midnight hours. Sometimes they are all consuming ...
Thanks! I found this piece from about a year ago and forgot it existed. It was really a midnight rambling but I thought I'd hold onto it. I truly appreciate the kindness!
This is the first of your postings I have read and I'm not disappointed - what a powerful and absorbing work - will look at your other postings.
Thank you Michael. I'm honored to hear that since your writings are very compelling to me. Looking forward to your next work!
I am foremost an artist and love abstract work - tomorrows poem reflects this but it is very short - a senryu in fact .
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