blackest of nights

the world,
is a dark, dark place.
i kid you not, i'm having difficulty
separating shrub's hair from midnight's cape, i tell you
all i have is smell ; and the magnificent perfume
       of wood and pine
marking their territory on rightful roots,
in the air in the air
it reeks of decomposed day in the air ; gumtree squirt, ink to my nostril
silence to my ear ; the blackest of nights.

Reviews

[Ana Soo]

This is beautifully sad.. or if there is a feeling as such. I tell you, after reading it, I turned off the light and closed my eyes. Placed both hands over them, so hard that my mind seemed to be paralyzed for a moment. And then everything came pouring in, pictures and all my knowledge of the world. I see nothing. But I knew the world, in my head. Strange. I'm new and this is the first work that ever touch my unsympathetic heart. This is by far the most intelligent write I've read on here. You are interesting.

[Alpris]

Oh... wow! You just about brought a tear to my eye!
I never ever imagined this piece would have such an impact. Thanks so much! What a lovely review; I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[soliloquy]

One suggestion would be to add a picture to this write ...i am very visual!

I really like how you brought out senses in this one....the smells.....the feelings of being outside....the sight of the blackness...very nice!

I could almost feel like i was there.

[Alpris]

What good is a picture within the blackest of nights? ;) I thought about that, but it seemed to contradict the overall point. I did say... all I have is smell :) But all things aside, I do appreciate your feedback! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment :D

[soliloquy]

lol

Ok....sorry. And very true about the pic part...i get it now.