I STAND IN MIDNIGHT

I STAND IN MIDNIGHT

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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An old one revisited for the Hurt Contest�

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I stand in midnight

as it moves around us

here alone,

next to you.

There is no longer

sweet, silent conversation.

But tell me you remember

when my touch gave you chills,

and when looking in my eyes

made you smile.

Sitting close and warm,

and wanting nothing else.

Can you still remember

that rainy day

out in the park

when we talked for hours;

laughed and laughed

and didn’t even know why?

Or watching movies

with the shades drawn

until the sunrise?

Tell me you remember

when you held me

and wouldn’t let go.

And when we used

to talk endlessly

on the phone

about everything

and nothing at all.

As I stand here

in midnight,

tell me you remember.

Please, just tell me you remember...

 

© 2009 An owl on the moon


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Firstly, what a beautiful picture, it really gets to me .. black and white does that ..

As to your words, they're sad, questioning .. feelings so very deep, expressed delicately and weepingly/

Yet another wonderful piece of writing in your own unique style.

Thank you for sharing, Craig .. it''s always a pleasure to read whatever you write.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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this is a very impressive write! full of emotions.
great Craig!

Posted 14 Years Ago


One always hopes that our other half remembers all the beautiful things that we ourselves cherish in our heart. Your plea for wishing just this is obvious here and makes a wonderful poem.
Love the picture also Craig.
Thanks for both.

Babs xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


This gave me instense chills, A longing for wanting something someone to at least remember what feeling they shared between eachother. Great mental picture very deep.

Posted 14 Years Ago


And we wonder... do they ever think about the things that we still think about. How heart wrenching...
You words tug at strings of memories so that every single person reading your poem can relate. The line that sticks out the most in this piece (at least to me) is "There is no longer sweet, silent conversation." Happy American thanksgiving, Craig!!!!



Posted 14 Years Ago


Firstly, what a beautiful picture, it really gets to me .. black and white does that ..

As to your words, they're sad, questioning .. feelings so very deep, expressed delicately and weepingly/

Yet another wonderful piece of writing in your own unique style.

Thank you for sharing, Craig .. it''s always a pleasure to read whatever you write.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely, and the bold font you chose to post in is very effective. So is the photo.

Posted 14 Years Ago


That was full of deep pain but still possesses great beauty... when we are alone we need to think that we still live in the hearts of a past love or it is like that time never existed and therefore nether does our heart.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow! This took my breath away! I liked this write alot Craig,
It moved me. Very impressive writing here.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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