Tonight Poem by Clyde King
Tonight
Tonight the moon has
a death's shroud around it.
A cold wind is out of the northwest.
The candles gutter
as the cold air trickles
around the old splintered
window and door.
My bed is cold and so am I.
Why did you leave me
here alone to talk
with ghosts? The wine bottle
is nearly empty. I hear mice
running across the ceiling
and I pull the sleeping bag
over my head, wishing
it were morning.
Dec.2020
beautifully described the loneliness, loss and love in this poem; nice
A nice poem, expressing the lonely feelings of the poet on a cold, Wintry night. 'My bed is cold and so am I' - evokes thoughts on how good a warm companion can be, on a cold bed! 'I pull the sleeping bag over my head, wishing it were morning.' - Nice! Some of my childhood thoughts were like this, in Winter nights.
You have actually penned so well the beauty your wife of painted in your life that even wine can't replace so well brought the lonliness. Beautiful. Thank-you Sir.
You have actually penned so well the beauty your wife of painted in your life that even wine can't replace so well brought the lonliness. Thank-you Sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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If the story of poem is real, I do hope you find someone new to decrease the hardship of loneliness. At that time, watching candles guttering would be a nice experience.