Wednesday, November 07, 2007

nocturne

hardly four days have passed since
we stopped trying to save daylight
and let it sink all too quickly into
autumn’s mid-afternoon sunsets

dawn breaks; how can daylight
be anything but a lost cause?
then again, darkness falls and
suffers the night in silence

I am awake wresting an idea
who refuses to become a poem
it was yesterday when I started
the longer night hasn’t helped

when I am waked by the first chards
of daylight against my window
I will see these words and it will
dawn on me what I wanted to say


Peace,
Milton

4 comments:

Rich said...

Thanks for the words that ring so true for those of us who write.

Real Live Preacher said...

Very nice. Feels like writing.

keith hillman said...

A true writers poem. Excellent post

Thomas, as told to Sarah said...

oh, I think this is my favorite yet.