Ruminations on 4AM

Bring forth words into darkness:

Worlds walk, living side by side, incarnate
in sleeping figures- stark-ornate,
filled with little despairs and joys.
Worlds touch each other
and pass; they align, and combine,
and fall apart;
Worlds die and are reborn.

But even living side by side,
do they ever truly see one another at all?

--And in the rain-wet silence of late suburban night,
I wanted to throw myself into the grass,
to roll and kick and sweat
until all the unnatural energy
running in my veins
was washed away.

Reviews

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Ms. Herem (Is that your name?),

When I read your profile, it interested me to at least read one of your poems. I'm not a big critic of works but I always like to review a piece of poetry. That being said, I will review anything you send to me as a read request. I'm not familiar with this type of poetry, but it did flow well and had well energy; though remember poetry is a combination of heart and mind to form a collaboration of peace. At least, that's one of my definitions of it. Rhyming can help keep the readers attention too. "Worlds touch each other and pass; they align, and combine, and fall apart; worlds die and are reborn." I really did like these series of lines here. Thank you for sharing this work with us. n_n Kudos. 9/10.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs