The Night Takes Flight

 

 

 

The night takes flight on a blackbird’s wing

nesting within the curve of my spine.

I feel the gentlest fluttering

as though your spirit were touching mine.

 

Memory shapes the touch of your ghost

like the ocean wind walking the beach

smoother than silk and sweeter than most

transporting whispers just beyond reach.

 

A breathless breathing and skin on skin

and words without logic start to rise.

I am without you; and you within,

cloaked in the velvet behind my eyes.

 

The night takes flight on a thunderbolt

and strikes the drum-beat of pouring rain

as clouds and starlight begin to molt

hugging the silence across the plain.

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Molafvt]

I gravitated toward this Linda, because I am a night person, but this poem wasn't "all" about the night. After reading it several times i found myself in a whirlwind of spirituality couched in divine metaphor. This is beautiful. It was as if you were speaking directly to the ghost of a loved one, lost, but not forgotten. It is an ode to the dream of life after life, or Hudini's wish to make contact with the dead.

I've thought long and hard about memory and its relationship to the dead and have come to the conclusion that memory is really all we have. After numerous "very real" ghost encounters, I've come to the conclusion that we take our "thoughts" with us to the next realm and that it is the "spirit", who choose when and where to reach out and touch someone in the land of the living, not the other way around. Your poem seems to speak to that truth. Deep yearning, hope and and foreboding are the golden threads of this lovely, ethereal piece.

[Lover of loveliness]

Hi Linda I have joined this site just about a week ago. Every day i find something new to read but today I have found your poetry and I must say I am amazed at your poetic abilities. Your work is full of artistic excellence. X

[Robert Strzalko]

Like the ocean wind walking the beach...that's my favorite line. It has a very powerful mood. I think the ending is strong also. I enjoyed it.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A breathtaking poem! The imagery was very unique, especially with the ocean wind and the black bird. Another jewel!

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

i love the flow and tone of this. i also enjoyed the imagery of the black bird nesting in te curve of a spine. passion and intimcy combined

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"I am without you, and you within"

that line is a poem within itself...

beautifully written piece...hauntingly so.

[Frieda P]

"The night takes flight on a thunderbolt" and so did this poem. Stunning imagery here Linda. I can't pick a favorite line, I'd have to cut and paste your entire work here...outstanding. Going in my favorites and love the artwork you chose also.

[emmajoy]

' A breathless breathing and skin on skin ~ and words without logic start to rise. ~ I am without you; and you within, ~ cloaked in the velvet behind my eyes.' .. .. How you can write with such powerful emotion, using meter so finely, and still leave me stunned at your thoughts, is a true gift.
Thank you. Tissues to hand, dear Linda.

[Jack...]

The longing for that special heart fills this wonderful poem to the brim. I love the gentle feel of this as I read through sighing eyes. So very often we can not be with the one that we want, but if their essence lives within us, it can alleviate the loneliness, if only for a brief moment. Very beautiful my friend.

[Forest Green]

Emotions melding into the form of spiritual incarnate. Togetherness is transfixed by sound and fury, then made fluid by the whispers of essential satisfaction.

The words are arranged magnificently.