somewhere between daydreams and the shadow of night or rising as the sun and moon life comes in shapes and colors the rainbows of my thoughts where time is terrible to please battling with the pulse of my heart.
I can't say how often I thirst or hunger for the shade of nightfall while I mourn in the sunrise O' it's like being drunken and sad even the sunlight seems to tremble in the thunders of this insomnia but here in the lines of this poem you can't see my weakness nor weeping.
evening brings its bell of darkness scattering dreams like a field of stars hills of wild flowers blooming in the rain they seem to sing like song birds time is holding both day and night firmly stretching its fingers across the universe it lies so strictly without chains or threads.
Myrtle Thomas writes contemporary poetry on ranging topics from her observations of life and the activities around her and across the world. She has a collection of poetic musings on the man-made worlds, the intertwinings that blur their boundaries and the emotions that push and pull their horizons into perspective. She has four published poetry books and has been featured in the Spring edition April 2022 Volume 4 of The Writers and Readers’ Magazine. She has been published in Otherwise Engaged: A Literature and Art Journal, Volumes 8 , 9 and 10 and 11. Myrtle has had her work read on 4 Pod Cast and has joined in the on-air reading as well. Myrtle lives in the USA and is retired from a large Midwest manufacturing company serving the world with medical equipment. She contributes her writing to being retired and living in the country. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and great grandmother.
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