I wait for the night to grow quiet;
the traffic, the people, the birds,
just listen to those roses,
squabbling at 2 a.m.
and that dahlia, is it snoring?
I wait for the world to grow quiet;
for the yawning voices in my head
to shut up,
still discussing yesterday or last week,
no this was definitely last year.
Perhaps if I lie still,
turn off the chatter
of muttering joints,
rapping heart and
searching eyes.
Perhaps when world and night and body
pause in the vacuum,
stars don’t dare to twinkle,
clouds are riveted to the sky,
the wind waits, holding its breath.
Perhaps in that hush,
if I lie still,
and the roses stop fighting,
I can hear you call my name.
I wait for love to grow quiet.
I love the active flowers in particular! 🙂
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Thank you Rosemary 🙂
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You’ve thought of everything here….that could possibly break the silence of the night. Very lovely poem. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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oh my, each stanza is more lovely than the one before.
i love this type of gentle waiting…for the quiet of darkness.
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Thank you so much Stacy 🙂
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I love the last stanza.
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Thank you Mia
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That type of silence that the soul requires is hard to find sometimes.. Beautifully written
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Thank you. That’s what perhaps makes one crave for it even more!!
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Yes.. when rest of world is quiet.. art comes alive..
in creative subconscious factory.. of imaginary
toys.. of human mind and body.. in illustrious
tears.. of life in light.. of sad in bright..
of all of life.. in colors of rich..
moon-lit lair.. of fair..
in life..:)
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Indeed art comes alive in the hush of the night… thanks Katie!
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I could totally relate to the kind of insomnia you convey so efficiently in your poem but I also enjoyed the way you ended it. Truly beautiful write!
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Thanks so much Gabriella.
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specially love that ‘pause’ stanza, breathtaking indeed…
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Thanks so much Sumana 🙂
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excellent – this really worked
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
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This is so clear to me, when even the flowers are noisy.. That’s really what those voices of what’s said and done that keep repeating,
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Thank you Björn…
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So gentle & sad & hopeful, this piece–& very Zen, talking to plants (for they can hear you, have emotions, appreciate love), & the simplicity, yet boldness in the “quiet” you seek, city, world, heart, & love, is actually transcendental, meditative. Nice job with the prompt.
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Glenn, thank you kindly. Appreciate your comment.
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I love the image of the warring roses and snoring dahlias (which seems ominous to me). I think I’ll have to brush up on my hana-kotoba. Roses often, depending on color, are love and/or friendship, and dahlias intend change or betrayal. This would colour how read the ending. Quite nicely done.
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Wasn’t thinking of the implied meaning of the flowers when I wrote it but the application of hana kotoba would definitely make it more layered. Thank you…something to keep in mind the next time I go wandering into a garden at 2AM 🙂
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the closing is so peaceful… Love should be quiet, yet powerful; a stillness that’s ever evolving. Nature aspect is amazing. Overall greatness
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Thank you Anthony, appreciate your response.
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Nope not just you out here in the cosmos. Some whimsy in this but much thought – the world stands still in this magic time…..listening for that voice…
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Thank you Kanzen Sakura 🙂
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LOVE that snoring dahlia, especially.
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Thank you.. me too 🙂
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This is marvelous–the idea of flowers arguing, or snoring, is very clever indeed!
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Thank you, glad you liked it 🙂
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Welcome, indeed.
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I like the surreal nature of this poem…the roses squabbling and the dahlia snoring. And, oh if those muttering joints would be silent, it would make all the difference in the 2 a.m. world.
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Thanks Mary… wrote this poem some time ago and it fitted in with the prompt today!
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Beautiful turn in the end there, giving meaning to all that can before it. Ha, the flowers arguing. Well I can see it. I do like the peace when all the humans are sleeping.
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Thank you 🙂
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the last line was kind of like an anticlimax…. 😦
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Yes… was the only way though! Am glad you’re reading!
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a perfect reflection of my myriad sleepless wanderings. I take some comfort in knowing I share the cosmos with another timeless traveler.
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Thank you Tio… glad you could relate to it. And glad that it’s not just me out there! 🙂
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