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The Night Walk.

**A WINNING POEM** That night, my heart pleaded i should Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's Old inn. Enormous was my concern to reach home And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet. About "create your own form, may be?" I embraced the night and darkness mingled With my eyes; Yonder are night workers, Here and there they wander, Seaching for who to plunder, Oh! what a mighty wonder. Look at that supermarket, And a man with a mask, Gun and matchet, He most be a burglar, Oh! i must be undercover, Or else i step into danger, For the night is in dark anger. "Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim, Something must have wrought a cry, Who will be the rescue? For me, this night walk must linger. Look at the police, having me as an Accomplice, they need my identity and money, Yet yonder is the victim crying.... Look over there! drug users Assembling in dark corners, Swaying like feathers, In the midst of their daily rituals, That is never beneficial, Oh! blind earth leading to an open death. Group upon groups, stationed in their post, Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter, Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter. Charles melody has seen wonder And endless palaver. Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone, Men eager and bold, Heads bounce like ball, Suddenly, calmness...... Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict? Lord when will these pass over? For i am likening to salt in water, Never to calm and ponder, The night walk seemed not to be over. For the night is in dark anger.... BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink) **14TH PLACE IN CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST, WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC". =============================== The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." i formed it so because the thought kept coming like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind, i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little African village and the war that covered it. For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.

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Date: 11/23/2010 2:48:00 PM
Congratulations on your win in this fine contest..Sara
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Date: 11/15/2010 8:52:00 PM
Indeed it paints a dark and dangerous world. WAy to go in the contest. Congratulations!
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Date: 11/15/2010 10:10:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Constance's contest "Create Your Own Form, Maybe?" Charles. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/15/2010 12:00:00 AM
Charles ... Congrats on big win in the contest....Luv/Best wishes.....Hitendra Mehta
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Date: 11/14/2010 1:43:00 PM
A great poem. What a night to live through. Congratulations. Love, Joyce
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Date: 11/14/2010 8:54:00 AM
Wow! I'm so proud of you, dear son. So happy to see you in the winners' circle. Congratulations! Love, "Mum"
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Date: 11/14/2010 7:40:00 AM
Congrats Charles ..the melody man and lightening ink now.. on your winning poem in Constance's contest... wonderful sweet victory for u today and enjoy this happy Sunday with lots of luv...
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Date: 11/14/2010 4:22:00 AM
Congratulations on this well deserved win, charles
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Date: 11/11/2010 6:57:00 AM
Very unique and ingenious Charles .. good choice of form ..good creative form to use.. Constance will be deeply impressed.. good luck in her contest... very expressive piece ..very impressive lines of thought... enjoyed ..luv..
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Date: 11/10/2010 7:14:00 PM
See soup mail Phyl
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Date: 11/10/2010 9:28:00 AM
Give your excellent and powerful form a name, Charles. Constance does not accept "I don't know" as a form. And this poem could be called "stream of consciousness" in form. I'd like to see it in the winners' circle! Love, Mom
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