Noble fellows
from day adjourned
comfy socks
in rest well earned.
Our wordless thanks
from heartfelt throe:
the bedtime sigh
and wiggle of toe.
With more thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
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Category Archives: night
Connections: March 30.18
It’s there
in spectral glow
an orb of lustrous being
something that we know
yet just beyond our seeing
elusive and alluring
it hovers in a mist
with silhouette and shadow
slyly obstructionist.
Still writers strain and grope
— it really is absurd —
for the Holy Grail beclouded:
that precise
exact
right word.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives for this remarkable image of the writer’s brain.
Connections: March 1.18
Night lights
used to be
city’s come-hither,
high-rise, marquee.
But now a badge
of home and heart,
small and quiet,
a world apart.
Thanks even more to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,
and to the D.J. Berg sense of personal world.
Connections: February 17.18
Night light
haze and drift
shade and shadow
rise and shift
Stygian flow
through hollow space
hobgoblins of life
dance on my face.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: February 13.18
January 13.18
Stalwart line
of sleepless eye:
frosted urban
nebulae.
