The night is too diffuse
To consolidate illusion
The slightest disturbance
Acute to the predator’s ear
He rises leonine
Returns hopeless
*
Though the moon
Has more faces
The sun has a keener eye
A single aberration
Could render him unfit
For a lesser heaven (earth)
*
His heart suffers as a quarry
Expenditure overwhelming recompense
He lies at queer angles
Gathering the voices of foreign entities
Like a transistor radio
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Think you have covered it well Yves ~ particularly the last stanza. x
Thank you so much!
welcome 🙂
Diffuse night, evocative and compelling, really good work.
Thank you so much!
Great way of describing insomnia – luckily for me I rarely experience it, but when I do, this is pretty much how it feels!! 🙂 🙂
I am glad to hear that Helen I have a lot of trouble falling asleep I do sleep though even if not well
Love those last two lines. Wow.
Thank you =)
Great work~ love this ^^
Thank you this one was very fun to write
Your amazing!
Awww so are you =)
ha. i like the second stanza on the faces of the moon and the differences to the sun…also keeping it well grounded with the transistor radio there in the end….
Thanks so much Brian!
This is a very good one!!
Thanks Annell =)