*650 Midnight Hour - A Pantoum Poem by John Knight
*650 Midnight Hour - A Pantoum
How precious is the midnight hour
when from our daily task we rest
sometimes refreshed by cooling shower
with starlit darkness we are blessed.
When from our daily task we rest
birds silent rest with folded wings
with starlit darkness we are blessed
the wind a sweet soft dream song sings.
Birds silent rest with folded wings
the air is filled with fragrance scent
the wind a sweet soft dream song sings
to aid our sleep is her intent.
The air is filled with fragrant scent
in slumber sweet we close our eyes
to aid our sleep is her intent
we sleep in peace 'til warm sunrise.
In slumber sweet we close our eyes
sometimes refreshed by cooling shower
we sleep in peace 'til warm sunrise
how precious is the midnight hour.
JOHN KNIGHT - OCTOBER 2010
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4/18/2024 6:21:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Pantoum....a form I know nothing about, but reading this, am getting an idea. What an interesting form of poetry! This is a beautiful piece. Delightful in the enticing scenes it depicts. I quite enjoyed it.