Textures of Night

Textures of Night

A Poem by Cherrie Palmer

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

© 2022 Cherrie Palmer


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

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Tony
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!!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


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.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

3 Weeks Ago

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

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


'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!


Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Weeks Ago

Yes of course. I thought all kids did.
Cherrie Palmer

4 Weeks Ago

Yes of course. Doesn't everyone:)
Mysterious and still... and there in your line, You bring life to that stillness, joy to that mysterious night. Lovely like always~

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


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

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Weeks Ago

I played with that line for a minute or so. Finally I erased what I had. And, then, I knew what I .. read more
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

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you Temperance 😊
I wanted the passages of night just unfold. Layers each new line o.. read more
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!

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Weeks Ago

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

Posted 1 Month Ago


Cherrie Palmer

1 Month Ago

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

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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Oakland, AR



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I am a published poet and love poetry. My husband and I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: O.. more..

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