MIDNIGHT LAMP

 

And my bleary eyes attempt to focus on the page.  Jasmine scented incense fills the air.  Many big ideas fill my head eternally as I attempt to stay up all night.  The demons and ghosts are out in full swing.  It’s not All Hallow’s Eve but my Celtic blood boils in this late night fervor.  The hopes and visions retain their nominal luster.  The 100 watt light bulb shines on in pale imitation of the moon.  I hear the wind outside as it taps on the window acknowledging Autumn.  This is the reality that I must fully confront tonight.

 

The midnight lamp

shedding effervescent rays

of nocturnal light

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a fragment from a longer untitled piece called "Gringo Haiku" 

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Dalton's picture

Very pretty

Like a blueberry it is a dark circle

Of the skies and symbols of night.

Debilitating dread is always plight.

georgeschaefer's picture

thank you for the kind words

thank you for the kind words