Out in the Quiet Night

Out in the quiet night
Winter ice persists
Below sunless skies, hard,
White paths go without
Trespass, trees prostrate
In despair crippled, encased
Leaf by leaf in agonizing
Love clinging, vapor rises
To skies soundless save
For bodies of bark creaking
In the wind to Earth’s
Exacting stance.

Out in the quiet night
Apocalyptic streets
Picture postcards make,
Static shadows on white
Fall gray, haunting
Landscapes unknown
By artists with fingers
Numbed by December’s
Disposition, secrets
Remain in need of whispers,
To be lost in the thawing
To oblivion.

Walking for provisions,
Era without conveniences
Revisited, accompanied
By nature out in the quiet night.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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5 Responses to Out in the Quiet Night

  1. Bastet says:

    We often complain about our conveniences…without knowing what life would be with out at least some of the…good show here. Really thought provoking.

  2. Oloriel says:

    Shaini, this is beautiful, reading the words I felt as tho I was there, it felt like a sudden emphasis on my awareness – and the ending was so true and in need of notion.

  3. baldy says:

    secrets
    Remain in need of whispers,
    To be lost in the thawing
    To oblivion.

    what a great line! best wishes from baldy 🙂

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