Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
We are all virtual prisoners of time
guarded by ticking hands of the clock
trapped in flashbacks gnawing at our minds
that feed our fears as we take useless stock
A vapid predator in the night they stalk
when we are most vulnerable and weak
under cloak of darkness with stealth they walk
in the mid-watch hours when all seems bleak
Into our quagmire of self-doubt they creep
prodding at the tenderest pink scars
in a whining voice they ardently speak
preying on our imaginary horrors
But then through the portal comes hope; a golden dawn
for all worries vanish in the healing light of dazzling sun.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I worked on a revision to this sonnet, so the last couplet is a resolution. Many Thanks for the feedback!
dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/03/poetry-forms-the-sonnet/
Love the edits you have done, the rhythm works so much better now.
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Aah, thank you Bjorn!
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Great poem.
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Thank you.
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Its my pleasure.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2 and commented:
This is so true. Night is the time I remember all the dumb things I’ve done.
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Yes, indeed. Thank you!
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Read Annette’s poem:
https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/2019/01/06/handle-it/
And my poem:
https://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/davidbrucemusic.wordpress.com/8137
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I could access Annette’s but not yours. Hers is great!
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It is great.
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Here’s the correct link to my poem:
https://davidbrucemusic.wordpress.com/2019/01/07/davidbrucehaiku-night-thoughts/
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Yes, I LOVE the closing couplet now. I thought I had commented earlier, but my comment seems to have disappeared. Wonderful change in the wording of the couplet.
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Thank you Sherry!
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This was really beautiful Linda, and very haunting. Being an insomniac my bedtime is 4-5 AM, so the night is a big part of my life. I really like those hours of darkness when most folks are asleep. It is my favorite time to write or maybe read. If my life has current struggles thos hours can sometimes be bleak, but usually they are full of creativity – sometimes even bliss.
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Thank you kindly Rob. I sometimes have sleepless nights, but thankfully not too often.
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I like how the sun is described as “healing light”. When it rises I do sense a healing process.
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Yes, that’s true. Thanks Frank!
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I enjoyed the beginning flow and the setting as my mind tried to understand.
Questions for The second stanza: first line, you say “they stalk” — who is “they”? The next line says “we” , so the we is not they they or the predator. The pronouns and characters were suddenly confused for me.
So if all that could clear up, for a reader like me, it would reach deeper.
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Thank you for your thoughts.
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Let me see if I can explain. ‘They’ are our fears, and they stalk us (we).
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I’ll go read the first one to see the difference. I did like the flow of this though and the content is true for us all.
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Thank you!
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The final couplet was truly a resolution. I was relieved. This especially resonated with me…”in a whining voice they ardently speak
preying on our imaginary horrors”
Even the future haunts me…..
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Thank you Mish!
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Night thoughts and day thoughts are totally different species! (K)
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Yes, that’s true. Thank you.
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