Beware, beware, the night approaches!
Riding on the heels of day.
Chasing it out of the sky,
Keeping it at bay.
Beware, beware the night approaches!
Now the world is at its pleasure.
Whipping the wind into a frenzy,
Doing it for its leisure.
Beware, beware, the night approaches!
Travellers, take care!
For the darkness will target you,
Of mishaps you'll have your share.
Beware, beware, the night approaches!
As you snuggle down in your bed,
Branches will beckon from outside your window,
Frenzied figures will fill you with dread.
Beware, beware, the night approaches!
But now the day peeps through,
Chasing on the heels of night,
Dispelling the darkness from you.
The last shreds of night now disappear,
There is no more for you to fear.
The night is gone, and the day is here,
Your mind is now quite clear.
The dawn has broken
The night has gone-
All is quiet
Except for bird song.
Author: Jonathan Ward
Posted with permission of its author. To make mention, this quite outstanding poem was published in a book of poems called, "Over the Moon: Bedfordshire, England," when he was just 12. Amazing, no?
A Little Introduction
- Susie Q
- Divorced, broke, surrounded by delusion, godless, and fantastically euphoric. I love learning, writing, taking pictures, and philosophizing. I’ve found “peace” in accepting the truth, even if that means that truth, for the time, is unknown. All said things have rooted me in an ever encompassing reality that is better than my wildest dreams.
Humbling
Caught in splendid doubtful wonder
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8 comments:
Susie!
Long time no speak, I hope you are well and drinking the Newcastle Brown!
That is an excellent poem - a 12 year old Quetz, my goodness, you can see the god like talents manifesting themselves even at that age!
Bravo Jonathan, an excellent poem, I enjoyed it.
Hey, Susie!
I've just realised I left a comment in August about Under The Glassy Pane, which I meant to come back to (and I also meant to say something about Little Creature Creator, which is, to quote Keats, also “a thing of beauty”) as well...
Please excuse my tardiness: I will do these things, but to stick to the current subject for the moment, Quetz wrote this when he was 12?
I particularly liked the lines
Doing it for its leisure
and
For the darkness will target you
with the implication that the night (or darkness) isn’t merely the necessary following and simple opposite of day, but something with intent. (Though the day, and birdsong, will yet triumph...)
In a sense, this is therefore a quintessential poem about 12–year old fears, but to actually write it at that age?
You’re a talented fellow, Jonathan, and no mistake!
Mark_W
Thanks guys, I appreciate the comments. Thanks also to Susie for thinking it is good enough to republish on the web.
"Quetz wrote this when he was 12?"
I hope this doesn't come across as boasting, since that isn't my intention. I think it was 10 or 11 actually, but I can't honestly remember. I don't think it makes any difference anyway.
LOL. Hey ya'll! Yes. Indeed, it has been awhile.
Philip1978,
Oh yes, still drinkin' away! As a matter of fact, I'll be gulping down a few in England this week on vacation. Pub's watch out!
I was pleasantly surprised to catch wind of this poem as well! I was expecting something "cute" and as I was preparing to make comments like, "Awwww, that's so sweet," my jaw only dropped instead!
Mark_W:
You really make me feel good about writing only what I can term 'rubbish.' Thank you for your kind remarks and noticing my small blog. You have no need to be excused! Instead, let me thank you for contributing your encouragement =).
Talent? You mean Quetz? LOL...I know! I mean, I knew he was an excellent writer (as all the people who have commented so far are exceptional), but "10 or 11" is rather remarkable.
Jonathan,
Just to note, my thinking is always right. So, you're welcome. Boasting? You? A god? Nooooooooooo. LOL. Just kidding.
Again, it is quite unbelievable!
Susie,
Your thinking about Quetz's talent is spot on, as you rightly suggest, as, indeed, is mine about yours (and Quetz's in fact) - what you write is marvellous, and light years away from being "rubbish". Let's hear no more of this nonsense! :-)
Quetz,
You're quite correct, it's neither boasting, or ultimately anything of import, whether you were 10, 11, or 12..."The plays the thing!" as Shakespeare said, although admittedly we're taking about poems here...
Mark_W
Susie-
Mark_W said:
"what you write is marvellous, and light years away from being "rubbish". Let's hear no more of this nonsense! :-)"
Hear, hear. I second that!
Susie-
My Myspace account isn't letting me log in for some reason, so if you e-mail me through there I probably won't get it. It might be easier in future for you to try and e-mail me through my private address- it's in my blogger profile.
Thanks, and hope your day's going well!
Forget I said anything- it seems to be working now!
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