In The Long Night Of Oblivion Poem by Anne Yun

I think from your poem that some one and some thing has a littel good part of relationship Thankee

I find this poem that some one and some thing will be a good part of relationship when there are no point of mind. Thankee for your wrighting

wow nice one anne keep those fingers typing these poems Thanks for sharing

A nice poetic imagination, Anne Yun. Thank you very much,

Tonight I can write for a thousand nights, long stories sink, silent as water and as light. Outside, who is catching the footprints of summer wind? A smile, maybe a firefly, is flashing by.- - - - - We all are passersby in this life, saying goodbye to some one or taking farewell from some others.A beautiful poem, thanks for sharing.

A beautiful poem, poignant, each line stands out with image of its own. Very well done.

The second stanza is exceptionally good. The title is good too.

The poem is the proof of your talent.Vivid the scenes penned intoduce you to the climate of your thoughts and sensitivity.

Our poems have something in common: we both love beautiful language and write our images with words hat fill the poem with that verbal beauty. This poem illustrates your use of beautiful language. The subject is traumatic: oblivion. But the images that evoke it are so perfectly expressed and their progression is so measured the effect is beauty. It's only the last line with the good byes that bring into the poem a muted sadness. Rhwew is a deoth if feeling in your poem which deeply moves me.

This is a poem of near silence: only a dove's cooing and wind rustling leaves add sound, almost subliminal. The poet says she speaks the word Good-bye but her lips don't move, so that word is part of the silence too. I think you have brought me to a soul-space in which we can contemplate aloneness without being lonely. The dull ache we feel is a muffled memory of the world out there where aloneness equals pain and the heart hurts. But in this soul-place where smiles and fireflies are equally fleet, and the invisible wind is also inaudible, in this suspended motion you can pay homage to your grandfather without surrendering to grief. How long will then night protect you, body and soul?