Stillness At Night

Poem by: Declan J Connaughton

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Night musings

“Stillness”

Declan J Connaughton

He sat alone at dead of night,

Kitchen bulb humming,

Noise from refrigerator,

Nothing else stirring.

He thought

This day would never come again,

Over, faded into history,

Some past time line,

Never to relived.

He pondered on what he had done that day –

What achievements or contribution

He had made.

If there was one little thing,

No matter how minute or irrelevant.

Sure there had been a few, he supposed.

Tick tock

Morning now – early morning.

His mother slept in another room.

Time to end, to sleep and dream,

But still his mind goes back.

He thinks of that cemetery in Donnybrook,

And the faithful old souls resting there.

World still marching on

Through wars and peace and depression and hope.

He thinks of the changing of the seasons,

Of all the wind and snow and rain and sun

That have looked down upon their graves.

Even without their corporal beings

This world keeps turning,

And what the headlines will be when he finally expires.

Submitted: March 05, 2009

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EdwardJBradleySr

Declan J Connaughton:

Well written and presented! Eerily vast! Imparts a strong feeling of emptiness as one contemplates and faces their entry into eternity.

Gave it an "I Like It" vote. Well deserved.

Will read and vote for your other postings. At times. without commenting

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