Tag Archives: night

dancing lights

Dancing lights
that move about
and brighten the night;
tiny lanterns
and will-o-the wisps
right in front of me
dashing away
even as I reach for them.

– matt at shadow of iris
dancing lights

    Posted in light and shade, poem | Leave a comment

    start in darkness

    Start in darkness
    pitch black
    deliberately add
    an ounce of light
    parameters set;
    the broad outlines of your soul
    an indirect light
    bounced
    back and forth;
    secrets
    only understood
    in the wee hours
    of the night.

    – matt at shadow of iris
    start in darkness

      Posted in light and shade, poem | 2 Comments

      droll

      Unusual
      intriguing
      largely unknown
      droll
      dwarves
      that flit about
      at night
      largely unseen
      panning for
      fallen star dust
      in places
      where
      little girls have cried
      and left a trail
      of tears that sparkle
      only in the twilight.

      – matt at shadow of iris
      droll

        Posted in poem | Leave a comment

        waiting

        There’s a bright lamp
        in the window
        and next to it she sits
        well into the twilight hours
        letting memories linger,
        tear drops
        on the verge of falling.

        – matt at shadow of iris

          Posted in poem | Leave a comment

          holding on

          Holding on
          inside me
          a voice singing
          a moment of time
          frozen
          sprawled out
          the God given truth
          made as clear
          as an instant.

          Bat wings that swirl
          a creature of night
          a primordial essence
          stretching back
          to a time before time
          where the intellect falters
          the heart fails
          and all that’s left
          is rivulets
          of pure fear.

          Smoke
          moving upwards
          disintegrating into the night.

          A ghost sits next to you
          this is the ghost of yesterday
          he holds tomorrow in his hand
          but when you reach for it
          he snatches it away
          the breath of his movement
          a cold snap
          a hallow feeling
          leaving you so still
          a single touch
          could shatter you.

          – matt at shadow of iris
          holding_on

            Posted in poem | Leave a comment

            murmurs and shrapnel xxxi

            In the wee early mornings
            on the hottest nights
            of that summer that never ended
            when everyone on the farm
            was fast asleep
            the oldest daughter
            with her wide blue eyes
            and long black hair
            would take off every stitch of her clothing
            and steal away into the darkness
            to a hidden grove
            where her secret love awaited;
            an amorphous stump
            a short twisted form
            with thick gnarled roots
            and a tiny green eye;
            she’d crouch down
            and hug that little troll
            tenderly
            then leaning in
            and putting her left ear near
            she’d listen to the murmurs,
            jumping rope without ropes
            playing soccer without goals
            praise that falls from lips
            as easy as spittle and spit
            you let me be
            as I fell deeper
            down into myself
            a thousand voices
            and none that cared
            each one a babble
            a should and a have and a surrender
            I’ve been through alien abductors
            and old hags
            but I’m still waiting
            for that gentle touch
            and you to say
            that I am not
            alone.

            – matt at shadow of iris
            murmurs_and_shrapnel_xxxi
            [Inspired by the work of Esao Andrews.]

              Posted in poem | Leave a comment