I wake up with a start
My heart is beating fast
The clock strikes ‘one’
But no revelers out for fun…
I look at the North star
That seems so very far –
Then, in the stillness of the night
When all is calm and quiet
An owl softly hoots
A rat swiftly scoots
A vagrant totters to his makeshift bed
His eyes are still bloodshot and red..
The crickets in the pond
Startled by a loud horn
Start their noisy song
To which the frogs respond
By a chorus swift and strong..
Slowly the sounds fade
And all is again calm
Which acts on me like a balm
For I return now to rest
With serenity in my chest…
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Night moves are noticed in this write of the dark hours when one can not sleep and walks the streets. Well crafted in rhyme.
Thanks for the insightful comment. 🙏🏼👍
Most welcome
I'm very glad that, having woken at one, you are capable of returning to sleep. When I wake at three, that more often than not, is the end of the matter lately.
However, a mood of tranquility and safety pervades part of this poem, Safina, so I shall try to incorporate some of this into my post three am wakefulness.
Yes I am indeed lucky enough to do so✌️
When sleep evades I blink fast a few times and within a few minutes get the well earned rest😁try it- may help.
Also relax and take deep breaths and the mind will become calmer and you will be able to sleep 💤
Happy napping at noon too for me so if I sleep late I am at least assured of some rest😂
Yes, naps in the afternoon (provided they don't go for too long) can be beneficial (certainly relaxing).
Have fallen into the habit and it is definitely refreshing even if it’s a 15 minute power nap or-a two hour long one😁though there are some days when don’t get the chance ( a lunch or tea party)
You busy socialite, you☺️
Yes 👍 I am social but definitely not a socialite 😱
only my close groups and friends know me 😁
but yes after returning to India in 2019 made new friends and groups in the gated society we live in Plus meeting up old friends so have lesser time for reading and writing than I really want 😔😬
I love this poem,
I particularly love these lines and imagery
I wake up with a start
My heart is beating fast
The clock strikes ‘one’
But no revelers out for fun…
I look at the North star
That seems so very far –
Then, in the stillness of the night
When all is calm and quiet
An owl softly hoots
Wow such beauty.
Serenity indeed my dear NafisaSB 🌹
Thanks- hope you get a good night’s rest always. Take care💐have a great weekend
Safina, this feels like slipping into the quiet pulse of night…there’s a calm that builds slowly, almost breath by breath. It starts unsettled, then gently eases into something restorative. That closing sense of serenity feels earned. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Wonderful and positive comments, as always- from your end👍🙏🏼💐Hope your bedtime tales are as peaceful and relaxing
May that rest always be with you Safina.
Andy
and with you, and all of us..Amen..!
A quiet nightscape unfolding with gentle detail—restlessness easing into calm.
The soft rhythm carries a grounded peace, like breath returning after unease.
am glad it resonated with you - thanks for the wonderful feedback..
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