Day: February 14, 2018

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I write about what disturbs me, what I love and fear
I put it all on paper
Words others, will never hear.
The pen held in my fist
Does not turn away
It waits so patiently
For what I need to say.
And though the paper may be damp,
From tears not brushed aside,
It still offers me solace, saying
Here…you must not hide.
So I pour forth the emotions
The anger and the pain
Now the paper is slightly crumbled
Yet chooses to remain.
Silently begging,
taunting too
As 3 am shouts
There’s more inside of you.
The pages are filled
Dry, now is my pen
I split myself open
Through the words within.
Another book now
Placed on the shelf
I don’t need a mirror
To look at myself.
If you look for me
I can only be found
On the coffee table
I’m leather bound.
The inscription inside
Will read like this
It was here
That I loved…
Here That I lived!
RaenellDawn

02/08/2017 & 8:58 pm

Wind Whispers

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Good morning 2 am
Again, its you and me
Whisper to me gently
While I grab my coffee.
Come sit beside me
on the sofa there
You’ve got my full attention
Tell me please, what did you hear.
What did the winds tell you
As the clouds rolled by
Blocking out the moon
In the early morning sky.
The night trains whistled
And the railroad tracks groaned
The river raged downstream
Along the streets of your home.
Telling the breeze
That gently blew
“Go find her,
She needs you”
Tell her the shadows
That dance through the day
Weep at sunset
From what they need to say.
The sun will not listen
It just burns in the sky
Full of self importance
Though it’s weaker than the night.
The Daylight holds secrets
It doesn’t want known
That drift apart like dust
But eventually are shown.
For the midnight hour
When embers glow
You can see them clearly
The night ensures you know.
The wind gathers speed
From all its been told
The weight is immense
It’s too much to hold.
Rushing to find her
It must arrive before dawn
To unburden itself
Before moving on.
It blows through the window
Surrounding me and 2 am
In a tornado of voices
I absorb and understand.
My God, it is heavy
Is this mine, to also bear
All alone in the darkness
Pen and paper there.
Feverishly writing
The wind speaks so low
Rapidly disclosing all
Before it must go.
As the sun starts to rise
And the breeze fades away
She knows daylight will blind you
From what the night has to say.
She’ll set down her cup,
Lay aside paper and pen,
Whispers of her gratitude
Float away with the wind
RaenellDawn
02/09/17 @ 3:34 am

sounds of the Night

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I love the sounds the night makes.

The birds that start singing, calling their young ones and mates back home. The parents that call for offspring because dinner is being served. And that last train East bound, rumbles and whistles to clear the tracks, as the sun starts to set.
The few hours of silence as some settle in for the night and others awaken for it. The bushes that rustle as night stalkers make their way through. The hoot owl and screech owl calling out, as if to say “did you see that?”
The packs of coyotes in separate areas that say to each other “that’s your hunting ground, this is MINE”.
The stars and moon that shine light on the nocturnal, that can’t be seen during the day.
That lonely low key whisper of the 3 am train that travels through towns hoping to go unnoticed.
The porch light that comes on because the family pet said it should, and you peer through the window wondering “is someone or something out there, or did you really have to pee again?”
Then the final hour, when it’s the darkest before dawn. When everything has found its place and nighttime moves along. The silence then is deafening. A much welcomed reprieve from the daylight that surrounded you and noise that never seems to leave.
I marvel at the sunrise and its arrogance to think that it was there faster, but first the darkness had to blink.
RaenellDawn 04/13/2017