1.37am My Time
Smoking a cigarette on the lawn,
Deathly and darkly quiet,
Stillness, hours before dawn,
Silently, drifting and private,
My time,
Standing there, just peace,
No cacophony of noise,
Bustling to and fro from busy streets,
To harass, jostle and annoy,
My time,
Insomnia, she cradles me,
Keeps me on my toes,
Together we agree,
In darkened shadows,
My time,
It’s silent here, now, this time of night,
No whispers from the day,
Just awaiting the new daylight,
To arrive and herald the way.
© Rory Matier 2018
Hello darkness, my old friend. It’s 1.30pm, my time.
Hello indeed my friend 🙂
I miss Kent, it’s rightly called the Garden of England. Deal is such a pretty little town too. I used to live on Wear Bay Road in Folkestone- right near Martello tower #2 and I could look out of any window at the front and see clear to Calais! I remember the Bastille Day fireworks – on a good day you could pick out the clock tower or town hall tower – whichever it was!
Yes Kent is lovely, very green but still very expensive and quite snobby, doesn’t like change so much. But lovely it is 🙂
Lovely poems Rory.
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
Lovely poem. I don’t like when insomnia strikes, but it’s a quiet time for writing/ blogging.
Yes very much so 🙂
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Wonderfully expressive and vivid pictures. Love it. 🙂
Morning Jay-lyn, many thanks – hope you are keeping well and beating the odds 🙂
As always yes I am. Thank you 😊
Good l am pleased 🙂
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I can relate! I’ve often been up at that hour! Not last night, though! Did you end up sleeping at all? xoxo
Eventually 🙂