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Midnight Musings

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I sit and flip some
Pages in vain—
Outside, some rabid
Dogs bark in the rain.

Alone I sit and
make sense
of printed, bland
nonsense.

The room is numb—
I hear nothing
Except fear’s thumps:
The clock’s ticking.

An errant breeze
Whips the glass panes
Raw as I grease
My pens and pains…

My bones creak:
An evanescent fear
Awakes and speaks…
Light is near—

The last line is clear!


Wish you all a very happy and prosperous 2006!
H A P P Y N E W Y E A R !!

Comments

Shubhodeep said…
So folks, my first post in 2006! Hope to continue pleasing you -and sometimes myself- with my 'brainless' efforts!
Have a great new blogging year ahead!
9:52 PM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
And the same to you too Shubber. May it bring you all you could wish for!
9:59 PM
Shubhodeep said…
cj >> cheerio!!
7:37 AM
Anonymous said…
Hi Shubhodeep
"Light is near—

The last line is clear!"
Very nice.
11:16 AM
Shubhodeep said…
Anamika >> thanks :-)
11:22 AM
Lorena said…
i liked this poem! love the rhyming :)

happy new year too you as well.
12:00 PM
Neetee said…
What a wonderful poem!
It is a perfect tale of midnight. How different the world is in the dark. I know and could feel that room. There is where going nowhere and everywhere together in one place is possible.

The ending was perfect!
Thank you.
12:37 PM
Casablanca said…
Great post to start the year :)
12:48 PM
Shubhodeep said…
lorena, casa >> thanks :-)

queenie >> i hoped i'd be able to depict some of the unnerving solitude one feels when one is alone in a quiet room at midnight doing literally nothing.
1:01 PM
RamaDrama said…
Whoa!Am not a poem person but i sure love the way u weave them!
9:56 PM
Shubhodeep said…
moto >> whoa, am not a comment person, but sure like the way you put them. ;-)
11:29 AM
Shubhodeep said…
finn >> is that a compliment? ;)
9:25 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
Happy New Year, may it bring you even more joy and inspiration than the last
1:04 AM
Nicole Braganza said…
Oh, so I see that you're on to that Ad-Sense thingy. Pay per click thing right? Does it work anyway?

And the ads sometimes get annoying.

Oh....I see youve got a profile picture. Will you someday post your handsome face on there! Yeah, I know its the writing that matters and all that. But still....
2:08 AM
Shubhodeep said…
sue >> and the same to you! :-)

nic >> i dunno if it's working. worth a try, anyway, i think. i'll tell if i manage to earn something. click on the ads to make sure. :-)

handsome....hehehe....wait till you get the scare!
12:45 PM
the cloned corpse of marcus tal said…
And a happy new year to you to you shubhodeep!

A fine poem, which I am glad to have enjoyed.
Thank you for stopping by my site. Like many of my guests I look forward to visiting their and your site again!

Kind Regards

the cloned corpse of Marcus Tal
2:13 PM
Blue Athena said…
yes, we all try
and make sense
of nonsense we see around
and in our lives

forever seeking light
out of that dark tunnel...

:)
5:39 PM
Shubhodeep said…
marcus >> cheers!

athena >> precisely!
11:16 AM
Shubhodeep said…
silvy >> :-)
2:50 PM
Anonymous said…
Ooooo! I love this one. Really nice. I love midnight poems - I seem to write my better stuff in the middle of the night, when no one is awake except myself and the pen.

Thanks for sharing this one with us.
8:51 PM
Shubhodeep said…
liam >> yeah, you're absolutely right, it's at night when one does get a visit from the Muse.
11:18 AM
Anonymous Poet said…
That's a great little meditation on the writing process.

Also, thanks for stopping by my site. I appreciate your comments. I am glad that I finally got the chance to stop by.

Take care!
7:08 AM
Shubhodeep said…
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11:10 AM
Shubhodeep said…
anonymous >> thanks for stopping. i appreciate your sparing your precious time and commenting here.
11:11 AM
Rashmi Kayala said…
The last four lines are amazing! Nice work you've got in here..
:-) Rashmi
6:25 AM
Shubhodeep said…
rashmi >> hey, welcome and thanks. visit again :-)
11:50 AM
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