Myself, I

shad

I hear inside
the dead of night,
a sound most
sensual.

I sit here musing
in delight,
a notion
of my will –

not totally by myself,
I know I’m not alone.
I hear
a sound
on softening ground,
I see
a glance,
a sliver of chance,
and know I’m not alone.

I watch the dark sky’s
eager eye,
its blue and
steely stare –

I seldom count
the seconds gone,
but now I
choose to dare –

it could be
my mind again,
but now
I just don’t care –

I don’t want to be by myself,
but I
hear a sound
on softening ground,
I fear
a trace,
a shimmer of face
and know I’m not alone.

 

 

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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