August 3, 2011
Above the earth where the heavens lay
The sky was turning an ashen gray
The lights of the city were blaring like white noise
But in the suburbs of Illinois
Everything was brilliant and shone so clear
It was looking through a truth-telling mirror
With the moon omnipresent
And the air crisp but pleasant
All was beautiful and bright
In the setting of the night
Little houses with children tucked in
Sleeping away the darkness, waiting dawn to begin
Wolves’ bane at the woeful moon
There cries are calling one soon
To sit out on the white wicker chair
Listening to their mournful despair
The inky sky would be purpling
As the breeze nudges the swings
At the house down the street
Where the children run free in bare-feet
But in a gray apartment in a gray city
The white noise is blaring
And no one seems to be caring
That the sky is not even night time
Too many lights shine like daytime
Taxis honk and pedestrians swear
The night has descended but the city doesn’t care
The peace of the breeze is lost without trees
The curtains by the windows ruffle, but it’s a tease
The moon is dim its color is draining
Head out the window, craning and straining
To hear the wolves as they cry out for help
Their whimpers and barks and their yelps
No swing is ruffled, no metals groans
Like the rattling of ancient bones
Children are on the street at four in the morning
When they should be in bed, sleeping, snoring
This place is so different, the sounds are foreign
And even as the darkest of nights has fallen
The moon is graying away
The lights shine like its day
And the scattered stars, littered across the sky
No one can even see them twinkle as they cry
Longing for the grace of the Illinois night sky
A friend since, I bade goodbye

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Vidra This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 10:49 pm
Intricate and ornate detail. It's insane how descriptive you wrote this. I try and try to write poems with this much detail, but I find it so hard. I'd rather just read beautiful poetry like yours and marvel in its marvelousness. (I know that's not a word but I don't care. :) Beautiful work, it makes me want to visit Illinois! lol
dreamjournalistsami said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 10:39 am
I loved it!! it had lots of detail  it was really good, it was an awesome poem
WithPenAndScript replied...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 9:49 pm
Thanks so much! :)
AvaDee94 said...
Aug. 6, 2011 at 8:52 pm
This is really beautiful. Its ashame how we don't take the time and realize the real beauty the world has to offer. Your poem is an eye opener. I love it :)
WithPenAndScript replied...
Aug. 9, 2011 at 10:51 am
Thank you for reading it! :) That means alot to me...yeah it is sad I just hope everyone can in their life appreciate  the beauty every once in a while
Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 9:59 pm

You described the Illinois sky so beautifully. I live there , and it does show the shining stars every night !

 I like how you contrast it to the city.I love your last four lines :)

WithPenAndScript replied...
Aug. 9, 2011 at 10:52 am

Awesome! I used to Live in upper Indian, Valparasio, before I moved to PA. And I just remeber out there is was so beautiful. 

Thanks so much :) I'm glad you like it

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