In The Quiet Of The Night - Poem by Clive Blake
In the quiet of the night,
Where darkness steals the need for sight,
When most are asleep, I lie awake,
Waiting for the dawn to break,
Long past trying to count sheep,
My brain's shallow, but my thoughts are deep,
My mind's trying to put the world to rights,
But I think it might take... several nights!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
This poem and image comes from my ‘Phoetry Book':
‘View Points and Points of View'.
The photograph is by Chris Robbins.
The audio is of me reading the poem, recorded by Steve Nunn of Cornmill Studios.
This poem can be found + photograph + audio, on a free to download iPhone/iPad App called ‘Phoetry1Free' produced by Ross Blewett.
I am happy for any individual, library or educational establishments to use this poem, as long as I am credited as its author and it is not used in any commercial way. This same permission goes for all of my poetry.
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