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I really shouldn't stay up late and write. Another form I've yet to try. This strange poem just wrote itself one word at a time.

STATIC

In the Night, Darkness  (E) Jeffrey's Sonnet #2152407 by Tinker

In the Night, Darkness

Another late night writing binge,
seeking words to ignite and singe
the edge of thought. Scarring a new
image within the reader's mind
and leading him as if he's blind
to a savage and ravaged view.

A lady stained in blue is pale
and cool upon this page in brail.
Can you see her behind your eyes?
Can you feel the stripes of flogging?
Can you hear her silent sobbing?
Can you taste the salt of her cries?

When she dies this little song ends
and blends poet and reader's sighs.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

~~Tink