The Friendly Night

March 14, 2018
By carsenreda BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
carsenreda BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
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The night was mysterious and strange

It had a bully reputation, I feared it

It’s a dark, dangerous dome

I'm drowning in darkness

I wasn’t certain why it was strange

But it had a dangerous feeling

I don’t get how people see beauty

In the mysterious night

The night was dark and held fear

I was trapped like a caged dog

I ran from the night in fear

But I looked up

I was run over with clarity

It was a beautiful darkness

Starlight dazzled for hundreds of miles

The moon sat in the sky

It was a loud silence

Talking with its beauty

The stars looked like hundreds of lights

Confident crisp color

Its peculiar beauty created a dome over me

The starlight lit my way

And I could see the night was friendly


The author's comments:

This is a found poem from an excerpt of Travel's With Charley  by John Steinbeck and Weather of New England  by Mark Twain


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