What Night Not Is

less than a poem, more a collection of images....

Not a cabin banged together with dark wood and nails of stars ;

not the ballast in cold ship full of shouts. Trees are not sewage,

ice is not to be loved, darkness not the cold blanket over dead lovers

nor a black cloth round the eyes of a to-be-shot. Nor the curve

of lights over an airport ; not the dry cancer of a widow or a parcel

of sons or a gift of frost. Not many things -

not even the helpless space between two reduced lightings. 

Reviews

[cartera]

Who says what poetyry is and what poetry is not? The rules of the various diffrent kinds of poetry are generally made by folk who want to lift the structure above meaning or visualisation.
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All interesting images to be mulled over by the poetry reader, and it did have a rhythm to it.
ATB
Alex.

[FJ Davis]

Doesn't seem less than a poem to me, Leslie.
Related images rat-ta-tat-tatting along.
Truly enjoyed it!

[Bobbie Coelho]

But night is blindness, an inability not to see. I liek htis collection.

[Leigh]

nice montage of thoughts

[Mary]

collection of images? I think a bit more than that- well written, Leslie. intriguing title.

[poeticpiers]

night contains all of these things if yo look hard enough

[Jack...]

Very descriptive and soothing in a way. Nicely presented are these thoughts from your mind. You are important.

[Becky C Strukamp]

And a wonderful gathering of images you have created. It reads smoothly and presents a calm. Great write.

[lee von cleef]

no light spills out over the lip,hollow into the vacuum of a wallet of empty folded thin on my thigh, puckered * the lead toy melted into the sphere ,to be padded then rammed, powered and sent my way, to lose my mind,will it be......the sound stills ,all but a buzz,
Aim....Fire.

[Valentine]

Sounds like a rant about some of the things we face in everyday life..I live in the woods and love my trees..Not like I love humans ..but as I love the things God made..