night thoughts

night thoughts

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
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a compilation poem

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the night


is cold
and perfect
caresses
my skin
in tender
whispers,
surrounds
the out
and fills
the darkness
within


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inside the tunnel
hushed tones somehow
amplified --
crooked and broken,
angry,
unsatisfied
jittery sleep
for want of a
happy dream,
fitful terrors
disguised as nightmares --
awake,
but not,
it seems.
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frantic disillusionment
I was great once.
then I woke up.

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sorrow slumbers
in the tiny spaces
he left between
the surface scars
of her
bruised and battered
expectations.

pureed promises
(like the song)
he left her tender heart
in a blender
with salted tears
and bitter betrayal.



© 2018 Lyn Anderson


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He sounded like a cold hearted piece of nothing to me not worthy to have love or a woman.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Thanks for stopping in.
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8 Years Ago

Welcome my friend
Reads much like the split heart feels and dreams. There is an ebb and flow much like the tide here.
Very nice poetry KL.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Thanks a lot. I had so many to post, many are lost in the shuffle, and now that I am back here I fee.. read more
 David Scott

8 Years Ago

I really do understand. I am glad you are feeling encouraged here.
Ohhh, here it is... The KL brilliant grouping of thoughts and evocative images. I like how you put these together to give an almost surreal feel to the piece, just like dreams themselves. Amazing

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Glad to see you my friend. It's been awhile. And thank you.
it is a nightmare ..sleep broken by angst and vague understanding between wake and sleep .. a useless exercise to put ones finger on it ...its never in reach ..so heart moans roll over and over and over again...
this aside:
"frantic disillusionment
I was great once.
then I woke up."
rocks me to the core ... i want to reach out and hug someone ;}
E.



Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

I like to rock a man to his core once in a while.:)
Einstein Noodle

8 Years Ago

:) ................
"bruised and battered expectations"....ah, yes, it seems we all suffer from them from time to time. When a heart is broken, some pieces are raw forever. There are feelings of isolation, anger, and loneliness running through all these short poems. So very emotive. Lydi**

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Thanks so much for taking the time. :)
I can't seem to pick the one I like the best. I am leaning towards the first because it just feels how the night feels. But the second reaches a deep part of my mind and it is just a tad frightening and lonely. The third, let's just say I haven't woken up yet and the last one hurt to read. It was very sorrowful and sadly could be real. So, here I am at the end still trying to decide which I like the best. I'll just have to get back to you on that.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time.
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Really good one. I loved reading and also feeling it. The style, the choice of words, everything is on point.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Thank you. I have always written poetry in thought clumps -- I used to separate them, but here at th.. read more
V

8 Years Ago

You're welcome. Your thoughts match. ;)
Pull out all the stops why don'tcha. Almost too good for words in my opinion and very KLG

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Thanks. I am hoping the nonsense has calmed down in here a bit. I heard a person was posting rot on .. read more
i like them all, but wow that short third one....yes, if only we admitted it more often....but our egos usually won't let us...and that first one...yes, the night...the colder, the more perfect...that crisp fresh feel of life...when the night is warm...some of us get restless.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

8 Years Ago

Thank you. It is for the fine writing and conversation that I hope to stay here for a while again.

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Added on February 14, 2016
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