At the sorrowing hour
in deepest night
alone with my thoughts
my terrors
my dreams
sculpting words into wedges
that pry open my psyche
expose raw emotion
bare my soul
here I might glimpse
static free
who really I am
here is my truth
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
I always find the night to be so very filled with anything but static… so many nightmares come knocking.
It’s the dark of night, when you are sitting alone, doing mental inventory about who you are, what are your “dreams” for the future, what is your life amounting to, when you have quieted your mind, dropped your emotional fences and camouflage, when you are so raw that you can no longer bullshit yourself — that is where your real truth hides out, that is where you come face go face with it.
Intriguing quadrille
Happy Monday
Much love…
Thank you Gillena.
The first two lines are incredibly powerful.
So very glad to see you back at the pub, Rob!
Thank you Lil! Back in the hospital tomorrow.
Those hours often bring truth and/or terror, Rob. ????
What ever arrives Merril, if you have abandoned your pretense — it will be genuine, and yes, possibly unsettling.
This packs a punch is 44 words. I love the visual of
“sculpting words into wedges
that pry open my psyche”
Real honest words, streaming from deep inside, seeking to impress no one the crowbar of truth.
It feels it is, yes…real tension…
When it is dark, and you are alone, raw to your feelings — this is when truth visits.
nice choice of pic goes well with your poem.
Thanks Rog!
To face who one is “ecstatically” and emphatically a truthful moment. Love the photo.
Yes indeed Mary… 🙂
Well done, Rob! The dark night of the soul resonates throughout this poem. I think truth comes more into focus as we get older!
Thank you Dwight! I agree with you my friend. The closer we get to the void. The more introspective we become.
Getting those fleeting glimpses of our true selves is why we write.
Yes Xan. It is that probing journey into our minds that provide glimpsed.
Nicely done Rob.
Thank you Arcadia… 🙂
In the silence of night may be exactly where we meet ourselves, truth, and God. Good one, Rob!
Thanks Lynn… 🙂
“At the sorrowing hour” we dee our real selves, isn’t it, Rob! Love this.
Thank you Punam! 🙂
I also do a bit of mental analysis in the dark of night. I think you captured those feelings perfectly! <3
Thank you Colleen! 🙂
can totally relate to this, Rob. a thought provoking one.
Thank you RW… 🙂
Some powerful, beautiful lines here, Rob.
Thank you Sarah! 🙂
So raw!
Thank you David!
Very powerful Rob.
I hope you’re doing okay,
Kate
Thank you Kate! 🙂