Midnight


Dreams, a bright and shining future.
Wasps at midnight turning,
layers of past disappointment.
Oil on soft, peeling skin.

Sitting on the dock of the bay
before the new day.
Water, gulls, white flashes,
midnight dust.





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-03-18 at 14:33

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A montage, a collection of images making the whole. I like that form of writing. It is both random and highly selective, and it is the way we see the world. It doesn't always have to be a story. I like this. I especially noted the image of wasps at midnight, a line and an image I've certainly never seen or had myself.
2011-03-19


John Ashleigh
Such a pleasant read, Bob. You have a way with words.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-18