At night time

At night time

A Poem by Annie Gryphon

When you got the letter from Fred
I wished for a cigarette
What was it he said?
Guess that's something between you and Fred.

Sometimes i get confused by name
But i'm really not to blame
It's not my fault
There's just too much salt

In the water of the sea
So that i can hardly see
The world that is real
And i have to deal

With so much i feel
Especially in the middle of the night
When there is only little light
Of the moon and the stars
The neon lamps of the bars

Maybe having a drink too much
And thousands of things to touch
Makes me want to escape
Jumping out of my shape

Diving deep into words
Flying high with the birds
Creating new worlds
Where nothing ever hurts

And i nearly forget
The letter of Fred
Lean back in bed
Lay down my head
Good night!

© 2015 Annie Gryphon



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you express so nice deep feeling I like, please participate in my contestest

Posted 1 Year Ago


somewhere, over the rainbow...thank you for the peek inside

Posted 1 Year Ago


I feel something inside as I read these wonderful words, well inspired and there is warmth and beauty coming from each line, wrapped up in the middle of the night, the world we cant see comes real, thanks for these blanket memories

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Annie Gryphon

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your nice comment, Gerry.
I love poems that make me feel something, and this did. Beautiful title too

Posted 2 Years Ago


Annie Gryphon

2 Years Ago

thank you, Amos
' Diving deep into words - Flying high with the birds - Creating new worlds - Where nothing ever hurts.. '

Both strange and wonderful how a sudden memory, perhaps, births a chain of thought, both serious or smiley. Night seems to have its own garden full of those moments. Maybe tis the warm, quiet blanketing of night-dark that lets us be ourselves. No interruptions, no jarring sounds.. Just Self and.. whatever.. and then.. the gift of going back to that moment when night-time gifted Self-time

Posted 2 Years Ago


My Annie I have been gone though it has not been so long
you have always been on my mind knowing i would have time
to write you again at the right when
i would break from my work to show you how much
you mean to me

Posted 2 Years Ago


It was like watching a mind go out of phase - catch a breath - and resynch.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Annie Gryphon

2 Years Ago

thank you, Chris, i always enjoy your nice little comments
Sebastian Falzarano

2 Years Ago

I agree with Chris.
Words can help us find escape when we need to......often better than anything else! Great writing!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Annie Gryphon

2 Years Ago

thank you, sleepness Volcano (a very nice name!)
I loved this. Escapism comes to mind!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Annie Gryphon

2 Years Ago

thank you, Andrew, for reading and commenting!
andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

You are welcome!
I did not really understand this, but what is new.
Poems don`t tell me a lot at times.
I will just read a few more of your writings and
see what develops.
-----Eagle Cruagh

Posted 2 Years Ago


Annie Gryphon

2 Years Ago

don't think that i understand my poems ... they just happen, sometimes :)
Sebastian Falzarano

2 Years Ago

Same here.

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Annie Gryphon

Otter River , somewhere in the world



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Annie looks different now. She took away her mask. Writing poetry in English is fun for me, a very special pleasure (my native and daily life language is German). Reviews are welcome in any way.. more..

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