Textures of Night

textures of night 
wrestle with the wind 
black on black
sway and bend
creaking of maples
with whistling leaves
sing with cicadas 
and an owl in a tree
a starless evening
buttons out all light
and honeysuckle perfume saturates the night

Reviews

[red93]

Excellent Cherrie so subtle and wise how you have put this fine miniature together - sublime.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Tony

[William Michael Reeves]

I like how the poem feels rhymed without rhyming. Except for the obvious one at the end. I guess in the night we need our other senses, and get heightened like you wrote. Feeling the wind, hearing the creaks and whistles and bugs, smelling the suckle and so blind in the dark we can taste the black! Nice!!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed your descriptions of the night sounds. But as a matter of fact, cicadas are quiet at night, and thankfully, as they put up enough of a cacophony during the day. We have them here almost every summer. The nocturnal Tettigoniidae or "katydids" are not the same insect or species. But, my point is, you will never hear cicada at night. I did, however, enjoy the poem.

[Cherrie Palmer]

During mating season they will make noises at night. Even though they are mostly quiet at night.

[Patricia Wedel]

A beautiful Poem Cherrie... we have had such unusual Weather...
however; there is still poetry in the Wind and Rain... and Birds still fly over the Gardens and bathe in Rain Water. And we do the Same behind the Curtains. tenderly, Pat

[keith]

'sing with cicadas ' ... natures violinist
we called them katydids
'honeysuckle perfume ' ... lung saturating

we stood for hours pulling pistils to savor the sweet as treat
yeah you!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes of course. I thought all kids did.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes of course. Doesn't everyone:)

[lightsong]

Mysterious and still... and there in your line, You bring life to that stillness, joy to that mysterious night. Lovely like always~

[Lisasview]

Hi Cherrie,
Loved your poem.
I am crazy over the moon for one line in particular…
“A starless evening buttons out all light”
Fabulous words
Lisa, in the car as Bob drives

[Cherrie Palmer]

I played with that line for a minute or so. Finally I erased what I had. And, then, I knew what I wanted to say. What's even funnier I can't remember how the line use to read.
So, You kids are on the road again. :) Have fun and drive safely.

[Temperance]

smooth and rhythmic. I can hear the trees on a windy night. Ms. Cherrie, the imagery in this poem puts me right there in the middle of it. I can smell the honeysuckles and hear the cicadas. So very nicely done dear lady. Thank you for sharing. Temp

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Temperance 😊
I wanted the passages of night just unfold. Layers each new line on the other.

[Robert Haigh]

Very nicely put together, both poetically and seamlessly, Cherrie! I can hear the sounds and make out the faint outlines in the darkness. An evocative poem!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Robert I so happy to hear you enjoyed this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

starless nights are so eerie...so pitch black...
we cannot see the hand in front of our face...
and the cicadas go unidentified but heard as annonymous voices...

but the sound comes in scent...maples love to creek...and the hair on our neck will rise
with the sun that comes when the early hours meet the sun.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Wonderful thoughts prowling around your head there in the dark waiting on the morning.