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Stolen Nights

Dawn crosses itself through my latenight dreams The bruised fingers of the skies, me awakening. Where light was spotted before the start This gray uncoils from my fist, squeezed with my heart. Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain Dawn is called true daybreak — With another outward far off shine She's only ghost according to clockwork time Morning on glass through ever bonding cobwebs The dark in its light, still descends.

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Date: 6/25/2025 12:08:00 PM
You've captured the ethereal transition from night to dawn, blending dreams with awakening. It poetically explores the liminal space where darkness lingers in light, creating a vivid sense of a new day subtly unfolding.
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Date: 5/27/2025 6:33:00 AM
“Bruised fingers of the skies” is a fantastic line. An almost tactile, visceral sense of the sky as something wounded or hurt. I love it when I get to catch up with your writing. :) A.S.
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Date: 5/21/2025 6:17:00 PM
An eeriness to this one! The bruised fingers of the skies… Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain
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Date: 5/20/2025 11:49:00 AM
I love the emotive feel you delivered with inspired imagery. You ew la la'd me. CayCay
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Date: 5/20/2025 5:36:00 AM
Dearest Sam, Oh how haunting and evocative. Each line shivers with sleeplessness and the strange beauty of dawn’s arrival. I’m struck by your metaphors—“bruised fingers of the skies,” “cobwebs,” and “ghost according to clockwork time”—they linger in the mind, capturing that liminal space between night and day. A quietly powerful piece, Paige. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
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Date: 5/19/2025 9:57:00 PM
Hello Paige, Mastery in a Couplet dawn, not an easy thing to do. Yet this striking "Stolen Nights" covered all the shades of blue. -Richard
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Date: 5/19/2025 12:13:00 PM
Wowsa, Paige what inspired this? Shakespeare without old English~ it's one of your best..I loved "Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain Dawn is called true daybreak —this has inspired something within..TY faving
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I Am Anaya
Date: 5/21/2025 7:23:00 PM
You gave a way with metaphors, talented one-
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Paige Hind
Date: 5/21/2025 4:40:00 PM
Hey- I was contemplating how even the brightest lights, have a dark slant- through a portal, a window, a memory. We're destined to be fallen...
Date: 5/19/2025 8:42:00 AM
Superb poem. Your imagery is of highest quality.
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Date: 5/19/2025 3:00:00 AM
This, as others have said, hauntingly beautiful. I hope the sun shines in joy in her new morning <3
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Date: 5/18/2025 11:13:00 PM
This is very enchanting. One of your best, Paige
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Date: 5/18/2025 5:51:00 PM
how mysteriously engaging can this be...i get this eerie yet delicious stab in the gut...wow, paige!
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Date: 5/18/2025 12:56:00 PM
Paige, this is hauntingly beautiful. I felt every line like the echo of a dream just slipping away. “The bruised fingers of the skies” and “gray uncoils from my fist” especially struck me--what stunning, tactile metaphors. You’ve captured that liminal space between night and morning, memory and meaning, in such an achingly poetic way.
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Date: 5/18/2025 1:31:00 AM
Hi Paige, This is superb! I did one in a similar vein some time ago: 'I Dance with Shadows'. I'm FAVing yours :)
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Date: 5/18/2025 12:02:00 AM
Dear paige, how you paint imagery is so vivid, and the metaphorical nature of your word weaving is truly impressive! This is such a deeply moving poem, so powerful, and soul hitting! Pleasure reading you always! Sending you light
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Date: 5/17/2025 8:47:00 PM
Dear Paige your poem is fantastic, haunting, surreal, and rich with metaphysical and emotional imagery. It's fragile transition from night to dawn, not just as a time of day, but as a state of consciousness and emotional reckoning is wonderful, this is a fave for me.
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