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		the blue hour


that hour
		just before dawn
	when the day is an empty page
	and the author has spilled inky blue across the sky
that blue hour
		used to feel magical
	because i stayed up until light arrived again in our lives
		we
		      stayed up 
		talking through the night
	learning the sound of heartbeats
	re-creating language 

that hour must have arrived on the wings of pegasi
	because everything was new
					and beautiful
						and right in the world

					i slept with a smile

but time has changed my narrative
	and i dread the coming of dawn
i see the blue hour for what it is
		a dark time
			a blemish on the day
	because i am no longer trading stories and touch through the night
		now
			i’ve stayed awake through the night on the wings of pain and frustration
				my eyesight has become bleary and skewed 
			instead of the times when we used to solve all the world’s problems
				i spend my time staring at a screen
					praying for sleep
						 for relief
					needy in a way i wasn’t when i believed in magic

that inky blue hour is now punctuated by the quick wings of hummingbirds at my window
		drinking what i give them
			thankless, 
				      demanding
				bringing magic back 



See and hear me here:

Date: 2017-03-11 04:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] shadowwolf13
<3

Date: 2017-03-12 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com
Thank you.

Date: 2017-03-11 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rayaso.livejournal.com
I enjoyed this, and the way you split the poem into the two parts, with the changing attitude toward the blue hour.

Date: 2017-03-12 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] halfshellvenus.livejournal.com
I'm so sorry you're having to cope with so much pain and loss of sleep. That really wears a person down, on all levels.

The beginning of this, with new love discovered and that need to know everything about each other, is so perfectly described. All beginnings should be so lovely.

Date: 2017-03-13 11:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adoptedwriter.livejournal.com
Such an interesting poem! Kinda like the "honeymoon phase" giving way to "back to reality".

Date: 2017-03-13 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bleodswean.livejournal.com
You really captured the horrid weight of sleepless nights when memory and regret keep you company and the dawn only brings despair.

Date: 2017-03-14 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eternal-ot.livejournal.com
The variation in the narrative made me feel like the stages of growing up/growing old. Nicely done :)

Date: 2017-03-14 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] murielle.livejournal.com
The contrast between the morning greeted after a night of love and discovery, and morning after pain and sleeplessness is vivid and alarming. Well done! Well done!

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