Views from Annie's Cabin

miscellaneous musings on aging and living and loving

Night Dark Poem

on November 2, 2015


Unravelled Scribbles

Another Sleepless Night.

Not that, these days, there are many—

But when they do come they surprise me

and I find myself unprepared.

And I like to feel prepared for life.

But last night I gave myself up

to the dark side of light,

and let the hours wander me where they would….

The creek roared her white-water tales

and misty apparitions

drifted through the soft lamplight

spilling over the water.

I let my pen sprawl

over the pages of my journal,

writing words that always startle

and amaze me

with their honesty.

I read Yeats and Jane Kenyon.

Read “Under Ben Bulben” thrice

dodging old memories between the lines,

while Jane’s homespun wisdom comforted me

like a time-worn quilt.

Not companion poets one would think,

but they both beckoned me to their pages.

I put up no resistance

and was the better for it.

It was a good night

strange and mystical,

alone with the rain,

the wild untamed water

my books

my dog

and unchained memories.


2 responses to “Night Dark Poem

  1. Sonja says:

    Wow. Last night was indeed “strange and mystical”! The veil is thin. And I love your poem. Thanks for sharing it.

  2. Thank you, Sonja—–your words fuel my soul!

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