Today is the seventeenth day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo.  Its topical choice is to write a nocturne.  A poem for the night might be the subject of a penny dreadful or a tale of romance.  For me, this night, it becomes more a thing of apprehension than love….

Nocturne #31
by Michael Romani

It is all so pretty
The way the light hits
It dances before me
In starts and fits

A lily of restoration
Takes its time to teach
The night informs by illustration
In the dark things, just beyond reach

There before the dawn
Dark reaches its deepest
It seems all light is gone
And the scared children weep this

Running from the hellfire
Of lost souls' eternal damnation
Filled with passions and desires
The words of a poet reach their frustration

(c) April 17, 2017 Michael Romani