Why I wake at night

Desired….. you,
this dawn and dig-
    nity ignored,
when promises are sylla-
    bled for firework
and oleander tongues,
cause this little death
    is when
the clamshells close
and lips are sealed;
    — stitched
for secrets and de-
light; that’s how
    I wake… at night.

Love and death by Francisco Goya

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January 28, 2018

19 responses to “Why I wake at night

  1. Yummy.

    Fabulous poetry, killer-intriguing line-breaks, super-creative descriptions. I’m so impressed!

    “when promises are sylla-
        bled for firework
    and oleander tongues”

    I love that.

    So clever, the use of “wake” at the end.

    Great stuff, B.

  2. A little spicy: cause this little death
    is when
the clamshells close
and lips are sealed; …oh my.

  3. No better reason for a sleepless night. I really like the way you set this out, Bjorn. The line breaks and all made for a very stimulating read.

  4. The line break on words, in this, is very cool. Great balance in the start and close on this – that gives a sense of completion to the piece, rather than just stopping.

  5. stunningly layered and lovely in the teasing delights well hidden, yet offered openly for the tasting 🙂

  6. That’s why I wake at night….all those damn secrets wanting out. “Clamshells closed and lips are sealed…stitched” That’s why we write poetry like this!

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