Night Sky

Posted: Oct 19, 2014 in Poems, Writing
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Sleep escapes me,
I claw at its heels numbly,
At last I give up,
Time for a walk,
Or is that sleepwalk?
The kaleidoscopic sky beckons.

I’m drinking in the night sky,
As if it were cultured wine,
Taking in its sights and flavours,
Regal and exotic,
Lavish and unexpected,
It is my celestial Aperitif.

I’m taking in all of its lights and colours,
Streaks of energetic and prismatic lights,
Impish stars peeking from behind clouds,
Playing eternal hide-and-seek with stargazers,
Distant foreboding light pollution,
Like a firestorm just out of touch.

I can’t help but shiver,
Shiver at the enormity of it all,
As the moon grins,
And the soothing breeze nips at my flanks,
I see how minute I am,
How infantile mankind must look to the galaxy.

Only the night sky reveals this cruel fact,
And displays it to us in the night,
Until the sun rises once more,
And hell begins anew.


  1. sonmicloud says:

    I particularly like the beginning – “Sleep escapes me, I claw at its heels numbly,” Superb. Which is not to say the rest isn’t of merit, for I liked it. *smiles*

    – sonmi on the cloud.

  2. Shawn Colletti says:

    Ugh! Really? If I could write poetry half as well as this, I’d be happy. But mine always turns out corny. Great job!

    • Osharlequin says:

      Thank you kindly! I’m sure you’re more than capable Sir. We always see our own work in a different light than an outside observer would. I’m sure others wouldn’t see it as “corny”. ­čÖé

      The Oldschool Harlequin

  3. Osharlequin says:

    Reblogged this on WorldofHarley and commented:

    Night Sky

  4. Miss Crocodile says:

    This is lovely, wonderful imagery

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  6. shauna says:

    Love this one. One of my familyÔÇÖs favorite memories is of the time we visited the Grand Canyon and surrounding areas. We had been to the familiar south rim, then up to the corners where Utah and Nevada meet, and were then driving through on the North Rim, which is not as commercialized. In fact, there were no motels. But there was a camping area! My husband, ever the eternal Boy Scout, had planned ahead. Along with the multiple suitcases traveling with a grown woman and two pre-teen daughters, he had managed to pack a TENT, AND sleeping bags! Best night of sleep we had on the trip. And the stars looked so close there in that clear air you could almost touch them.
    Our girls still talk about that trip
    And they are now 27 and 23.

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