Glory of the night
Dodging nothing through empty halls
my feet led my numb body where my
slow brain cried. Just a little more harm
done, small price for the manic laughs;
enough same days and I’ll need
a brand new head.
Couldn’t sleep that night:
liquor-flamed lights kept appearing
thinly through the slits of my window shades;
across my pitch dark room they raced
swishing and hitting, crying out loud:
‘return now to the glorious night’.
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Sean Paul Potterson
Coin & Feather said,
July 18, 2010 at 4:28 am
Very nice. Thanks for sharing
@taylaneegoddes said,
July 20, 2010 at 12:55 am
very deep passionate
Tom Cloverfield said,
July 20, 2010 at 12:58 am
Thank you for sharing!
I like it!
Love from Tom!
Eduardo Roberto Martinez said,
July 20, 2010 at 1:07 am
I love the flow of your poem and the mood conveyed with your words. I can feel and relate to mood and vibe conjured up by your poem. Great! Thank you for sharing
Keep up the great work!
PeaceFrog said,
July 20, 2010 at 1:08 am
my head was about 2 spin thanks 4 reminding me of the old days … cannot say i miss such indulgence. keep writing
Sean Paul Potterson said,
July 20, 2010 at 1:30 am
thanks so much everybody!!!
love to see one’s work is appreciated!
Sean Paul Potterson said,
July 20, 2010 at 1:30 am
(PeaceFrog, if the poem really had that effect on you, then my mission is complete)
Sage Sweetwater said,
July 20, 2010 at 1:40 am
Emotive toxology. They say the best cure for a hangover is to drink more of the same. Drink again. And so when I say to you that I often find my best poetry through the amber of the whiskey bottle, I encourage you to write under mild intoxication, moderation of course, the poet’s quill is often enshrouded in the mundane until the poet finds his/her anebriation lifts words into ether…alcohol induced hallucination gives Glory of the night its kick, Sean Paul…It is said that Van Gogh painted so much yellow into his canvas because he imbibed absinthe and it made him see yellow…I am inclined to believe this, but don’t cut off your ear over a woman. I love reading your poetry and I suggest you do some of these poems of yours in spoken word…I think you would do well with podcasts given that you place the right emphasis on your words and pause where pause needs to be…I’ve read your poems many ways, pausing at different intervals…find a quiet time with those liquor-flamed lights and read aloud for the world…it’s a step up. Be well.
Warmly,
Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist
Sean Paul Potterson said,
July 20, 2010 at 1:51 am
thank you so much. It really an honor that you enjoy my poetry, and that you have faith in me.
I won’t let you down!
(Thanks for the whiskey writing tips! Sure will follow -and enjoy- them!!)
Jody-Anne Vanessa said,
July 20, 2010 at 10:09 am
I like this. As I read each line I can picture it. I was taken through this state with you. I think I need to read more of your work
perlygates said,
July 20, 2010 at 11:53 pm
could feel this poem…. powerful.
melanie said,
July 26, 2010 at 11:15 pm
segui escribiendo y dentro de poco fijate si alguien te los publica, no se si es posible pero a mi me gustan mucho
adios
PIthom said,
July 31, 2010 at 3:58 pm
I felt the despair. That was at least what I felt was conveyed in your poem. I enjoyed the sluggishness of the walking, and the amplified effects of the light in the morning. Brilliantly done.
Thanks.
moondustwriter said,
August 2, 2010 at 7:23 pm
I felt like I was in a world of the insane or the inane
Nicely done
thanks for sharing it with One Shot!!!!
smiles from the Moon
Kavita said,
August 5, 2010 at 5:05 am
So…did you return to the glorious night ?
A very under-the-influence poem…and with those feelings too!! Loved it!!!