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The night

The night, It stretches,
Across the sky, a blanket,
An Abyss of endless darkness.

Pricks of light puncture the black,
Stars, they are called.
Small, but majestic.

I, we, us,
Insignificant beings,
Under this void.

Time, it passes,
It is never and now,
It is nowhere and everywhere

Even so, we stay,
On this ground,
We are calm.

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Free verse
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I don't know, the night was always the bright time for me.
The stars are the light that slips in through the cracks in the void.
"There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in." L.C.
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I like your poetry, especially the last line.

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Beautiful poem, wonderful thoughts. This void goes on and on. True - how small we are and how endless is the darkness. Mind boggling and mysteriously hopeful.
Thank you!

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Hi B6, welcome to Neopoet family. First time I've read your poetry. It's philosophical and makes one meditate on things beyond our power to change.
I like your title, the theme and your spacing. I don't think we're all calm, what with the state the world is in now. Maybe, someday, they'll be a cure for Covid, but we've passed the tipping point on climate change.
So I'm neither calm nor hopeful, but appreciate your poem fully.
All the best, Gracy

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

I can't help but feel as though describing the night as both a blanket and then, immediately following, as an "abyss of endless darkness" creates a conflicting feeling. To me at least, blankets don't feel abyss-like.
I like the description of the night as a blanket that stretches over the sky. and I really enjoy the line that describes the stars as "pricks of light that puncture the black."
In your third stanza, the iteration through "I," "we," and "us" plays well. I feel like it helped emphasize your point.
I am not sure about your title, as your poem seemed to move beyond speaking on the night.
The final line of the poem, "we are calm," is wonderful. love that


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