Midnight - For Contest
MIDNIGHT
Dead center on the pendulum’s arc
arrows pointing straight into the air
the momentary still between breaths
silently separating the tick - - - tock.
Death and reincarnation - darkness
born again to night’s blindness
shielding its creatures
forestalling the creeping touch of light.
Midnight, sweet pinnacle of ebony's depth
ink blot moment of true peace
blackened hole - night’s transition.
John G. Lawless
11/10/2015
submitted to – Midnight – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nathan D.
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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