the night has me by the neck
its claws tightening around my throat
i ache
i heave
i choke
i am once again Calypso failing to tame the mighty hero
he laughs — smiles like i was never there
not even for seven seconds,
seven minutes
or seven years
is it madness to still think
that love is not lost?
the night has me by the neck
as tears befall the sorry sheets
Image from Unsplash
In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Are you listening? hosted by Merril who asks us to incorporate at least two of the podcast titles below into a poem.
Articles of Interest: American Ivy
I Was Never There
Legacy of Speed
Not Lost
Pivot
Reveal: After Ayotzinapa
Rumble Strip
Serial
This American Life
Ghost in the Burbs
It’s been a while since I last joined the prompts here. Looking forward to fun reading and catching up. 😁
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January 4, 2023 at 7:47 pm
What a palpable image that night is–so visceral! We have such heightened senses in the middle of the night when the thoughts swirl.
Thank you for joining in!
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January 5, 2023 at 4:20 am
The personification of the night is so very strong, and i know that feeling.
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January 5, 2023 at 7:26 am
Gripping opening (no pun intended.)
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January 5, 2023 at 7:46 am
This is captivating Maria, the night can certainly feel possessive. This is well written my friend. Happy new year to you.🙂✌🏼❣️
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