the bones are energies

of the dusk

motioning to me

speeding with time

as the next night

gorge in obscurity

and the world is

a space of darkness


while i am waiting

for the slumber to

settle on my heavy eyes

i dart outside and sense

the souls of the universe


my sleepy eyes are

interrupted with the

wide and glimmering

earth of God


i may not be one of them

but a solid onlooker

like a fan of an actor

i lend my worship







About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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15 Responses to cosmos

  1. Ian Moone says:

    Liking your style I will bow to it today

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    and I bow as well… nice Chester, very nice

  3. drsuraiyanasim says:

    “…the bones are energies of the dusk”….very interesting play of words. Real nice poem.

  4. Kharma says:

    Quite the vision of a quiet night.

  5. davidandresalix says:

    You are good! A solid onlooker. You will stay for the 3rd encore.

  6. Lamberta says:

    the thought of bones being energies makes me think.

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