Middle of the Night

I close the window on another day

the shadows creep in and cover the dead

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

Keyhole memories are the ones that stay

tucked in a vacant corner of your head

I close the window on another day.

 

We’ll go ’round one more time, for old time’s sake

if quiet comfort won’t find you in bed,

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

The path to the middle of the road strays

beneath sorrow’s surface we will have fled

I close the window on another day.

 
Though we try, fissures in our hearts give way

to the echoes that would have been, instead

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

In the darkness, the demons love to sway

between dreams on a twisted silver thread

I close the window on another day

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

dVerse  – Frank is the host at the pub today and he asks us to write a villanelle.  This is one of my favorite forms but I decided to use an older poem that I’d written during NaPoWriMo instead of writing something new.

 

Advertisements

26 comments on “Middle of the Night

  1. frankhubeny says:

    I liked the theme centered on closing the window and nothing else left to say which seems to show a distance between a couple. It is midnight in the title, so maybe this is the bottom that’s waiting for a dawn.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I absolutely love this ! I read finality, to continue will just let the same old demons surface yet silver thread and echoes hint of a vestige of something that still warrants a tear. This is beautiful Art, Im & In .
    (I think we may be ‘quantum entangled’ Lynn Ha Ha)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Such sadness when the night brings sorrow like this. The closing of the window and the resignation carry a lot of weight.

    Liked by 1 person

    • colorfulpen says:

      That it does. I wrote that last month for NaPoWriMo and I think I’d previously read a villanelle by Sylvia Plath so I think that’s where the idea for this came from.

      Like

  4. Sumana Roy says:

    The place is really dark from where there’s no coming back and everything ends. ‘there isn’t anything else left to say.’ The void is so moving…..

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Lovely in it’s stark wording: I really liked these lines: “In the darkness, the demons love to sway

    between dreams on a twisted silver thread”

    Liked by 1 person

  6. jillys2016 says:

    Fissures of the heart – wow! That is so telling. This is beautiful, Lynn

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Charley says:

    Reads like a high-end mystery; clues scattered, but sparingly. This really worked well as a villanelle.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. You presented such a tale, Lynn. This form helps carry your message, so well written. This is real! I love this one.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. It seems most of the poems for this challenge depict broken promises, sadness and blighted relationships. Your chosen words are poignant, and this is well written.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. I close the window on another day
    there isn’t anything else left to say.

    The choices left seem to be quite restrictive. Beautiful Villanelle colorfulpen!

    http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2017/06/ever-remembered-when-one-was-in-nursery.html

    Hank

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Sad yet beautiful. I think you’ve mastered the form.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Sara McNulty says:

    The window closing works do well in this!

    Liked by 1 person

  13. lillian says:

    ..the echoes that would have been….
    A wonderful write with the form!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s