Night Reverie

Night rings shrill in my ears
Fractal electricity
Humming beneath
Tar filled roads
And concrete beams

Lights against
Midsummer night sky
Seem to dance
To a madman’s lullaby

Strangers’ faces
Passed along nervous streets
Wear unreal masks
From some hidden ball
I lost my invitation to…

Skimming on this surface
This night’s melody
I am lost in a game
The white rabbit’s invitation
To nothing more than a dream

In the morning
Perhaps I will remember
What brought me to this moment
But for now all I can do
Is breathe.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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8 Responses to Night Reverie

  1. Mike says:

    Ethereal with really good imagery. The relief in the final lines is palpable. Very well done.

  2. beautifuldreams42 says:

    I did not realize that I was holding my breathe a bit as I was reading this until the last line. I loved the imagery. Reminded me of somewhere I had been…and I had the same feelings this evoked. Well done!!! Breathe….love it

  3. rawencounterswithestella says:

    This is really good, Helen but I have to say that as I was going through my WordPress notification emails from earlier, I noticed a different version of this & I thoroughly enjoyed that other version that I had read in my emails telling me what you had posted. OK OK, I loved it!! Perhaps you can post it again sometime in the future?? Either way, great job, as always!! 🙂

    • I’m really confused – I can only think of one version I’ve posted. I’ve written another one about going out at night but it was a different title and theme so I’m at a loss. I didn’t even do a draft version of this, so it’s all a bit confusing. Perhaps someone else has posted something similar? I often find similar themes seem to crop up on blogs around the same time as though by some mystical force.

      • rawencounterswithestella says:

        It was titled Weariness. It was about how you had a hard time writing & were exhausted & needed to sleep. When I tried to reply back to that poem, WordPress said “No Longer Found.” So I assumed you deleted it.

  4. Oh, thanks Estella – now I understand! Yes, I was scheduling it and somehow managed to forget to change the month so it retrospectively posted early February rather than early March – I tend to write a bunch of poems then schedule them as I have so little time for creativity during the week…I got confused by our comment because I thought you meant a poem like Night Reverie! 🙂 Weariness will be posted sometime in the next couple of weeks, I’ve scheduled about that far ahead, so it will re-emerge! 🙂 Thanks!

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