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Yes that night 'twas ( Edit courtesy Eumol)

In the middle of the night
there was some noise
though very slight
my hair stood
on end with utter fright
who it was
that was my plight.

all alone stark naked
as I lay aright
it was in the middle
of last night

singularly alone
I was all by myself
on the wild plateau
starkness clouded the sight

It was like being in the desert
then the window opened
I shouted with my entire might
but silence broke through
as there was no terrible fright
my dream was buried
in the middle of the eerie night

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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It's a nice poem i must confence and i like the rhyming in the first stanza keep up.

confessing at times
I dig deep into my memoirs
old ones are good for sure

author comment

The witching hour, when the mind can play tricks on all of us. And you have captured it perfectly. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

my best wishes
hope you will bring
more poetic piece

author comment

with just a few words we are in a horror movie, knowing that if we open the door a hatchet will follow immediately between our eyes! I think the third stanza breaks down a bit...here's a take

It was (staying modern) like being in the desert
then the window opened
I shouted with my entire might (spell check)
but silence broke through
(there was no delight does not work for me,
here we need a stronger line about the sound disappearing)
my dream was buried
in the middle of the eerie nite

I do not think we really need the last line about midnight. The intent of the poem is to convey that eerie feeling in this short video poem, in which the words do work great and you get the reader there right away.
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Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

in helping me edit so many poems
and so achieve the purpose of neo
in toto
I thank you so

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for whatever suggestions that resonate. We all help each other and the commenting process is a learning process each time we post one. So I thank you too for the challenging offerings.

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

and
know they shall help me
in my next poetry
but sorry one too many
Eumol

but help will ye
this natural poet in me

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