Nocturne
In these, the dusk-lit hours, the eventide,
the times where skittish thoughts begin to creep,
I seek out inspirations where they hide:
In fallow lands, in shadows dark and deep.
They dwell among the faults, amid the roots
of knowledge-trees that line the Great Perhaps.
The less perceptive hunter simply shoots;
I came prepared. I bait and set my traps,
I tug at threads until a thought is snared,
with pen and ink I document its shape.
It bares its claws, and draws my blood. It’s scared.
My notes complete, I let the thing escape.
It tears away, but still it leaves a spark;
its captured outline glitters in the dark.
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PoetryA collection of poems about writing and poetry. 1. On Form 2. Title Match 3. Subjects 4. Brief 5. Speech 6. Executive Decisions 7. On Complexity 8. Predators 9. Write From... 10. Self Portrait 11. Pour Advice 12. Nocturne 13. First Blood 14. Last Ri...