Song of a Night Bird
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August- 20- 2025
Marathon Mile. 9. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
~ Placed Sixth~
When sleep deserted me,
I crawled out of my bed unseen
to delve into the crevices of the dark
with the curiosity of an explorer
and the near comatose of a somnambulist.
I walked up and down the steep slopes of the night,
like a night watchman, without a lantern in hand.
When my legs grew weary
I sat on a rock covered with moss and lichen.
Looking into the dark pockets of the night,
I thought of human mind, a deep gorge,
with many an uninhabitable corner
where serpent desires lie coiled
scorpions crawl with toxic pincers
and predators roam to prey upon helpless victims
The mystery of the night absorbed me
her muffled sounds, her dark beauty
her elusive charm, like thick night fog,
percolated deep into my consciousness
and I floundered in a fathomless sea,
swirling in her eddies and currents.
It whisked me away to lands far…far!
But on being washed ashore,
I was in a creative delirium
I am now in 'No Man’s Land'
where everything is in a coma of stillness
where no light glimmers, no door ajar and no one in sight!
Here the poet in me breaks open,
the somnambulistic comatose
and down way flow my thoughts in indelible ink.
Like a night bird roosting on a tree,
I sing of my heart aches, of my yearnings and longings.
In the barely audible whispers of the night,
my song reverberates in the eyeless abyss down,
and the dark desolate valleys below.
People say, ghosts walk the earth at night.
Oh! I am not scared!
I am not eager for the dawn to break,
nor want to put my pen down!
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2025
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