My mind wanders at night
without any real warning
It gets up, takes flight
often until the morning
It chases you in the dark
since I started mourning
and you left your mark
it wanders until dawning.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (11)
Beautiful and full of heart ache! The line “It chases you in the dark” was a powerful one
Amazing! The shortness of this piece holds no punches and the rhyme is great.
Very genuine and relatable, Paul. Great work as always!
It’s sometimes a little scary how the ones we lost lodge themselves in our thoughts in the midnight stillness. But in the busyness of the day that flit away like ghosts. Often not returning until the quiet darkness returns. This is a beautiful elegy, Paul. It reminds me of the loved ones who visit me in the magic of the night.
Oh shit I feel this. Something about that preposition there (it… (since…) it…), with the rhyme scheme, really satisfies. And the order of events, too… “since you left your mark, and I started mourning”… I’m simmering in unrequited love reading this
Truly lovely, Paul. <3
Ae you mourning someone. If so 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗. If not with a few tweaks this would fit into my little challenge 'Savages'. I love this and still use the f-ity poem a lot when I am annoyed.
Pithy and poignant, good sir.
More excellent mindwanderings sir
This was so poigant and relatable. Loved it, Sir Paul! 🍩🥐
Wow, what an expression! "Heart" could have also been an appropriate word instead of "Mind".