12/09/2024
"Beneath the Curtain of Night"............................................................
The evening is so gay,
bright and pleasant, a wave of
Warmth peeped in through the window.
Alone inside my room,
Lazing with the internet,
I felt a sudden urge to write a poem.
Then I said to myself,
Inside me dwells the man of energy and
commitment,
He will not let my dark side
Swallow this infant poem of mine.
The evening sun, shining smooth, wished me
Luck in my endeavour.
My first thought was scary,
For my creativity often springs
From lonely musings.
Ideas have languished for years,
Aging and forming gloom-filled paintings.
My teenage desire for the unknown,
The unseen, once imitated Halloween pranks.
Light dimmed inside and out,
Yet my restless heart searched for inspiration.
I gazed around my room,
Seeking an object of creation.
My untidy room caught my eye,
As did the works of Picasso and Betty Edwards,
‘’drawing on the artist within’’.
Successful artists annoy me,
Screamed a voice within,
Hypocrisy reigns.
Outside my window,
Nightfall descended without a glimpse of the moon.
The twinkling thought of poetry faded.
Within me, the light dimmed but my vision cleared.
The greatest sacrifice required
Was to kill the night—
The night that keeps me alone in my room,
Spinning me away from the world.
The night that claims to nurture creativity
In the hands of mad artists,
Melting into the burning desires of lovers,
Or lulling grief into sleep.
Yet it fails to keep me
Away from her memories,
Lost in her stories and recent histories.
I pulled back the room’s curtain
And found a star, rising bright and high,
Illuminating my heart and unleashing my
Desires to fly.
Here, I end this lazy attempt at a poem,
Built from a bunch of chosen words,
And sentence myself to peace, freedom,
And another day’s life.
Crimson
12/09/2024
(recycled an old thought)
