MIDNIGHT CONTEMPLATIONS
It’s not my imagination…
as I listen to the music of the night,
my defenses find cessation.
It’s not my imagination…
truth is realized through all sensations.
His tender mercies are not finite.
It’s not my imagination,
as I listen to the music of the night.
2016-04-26
P. Wanken
Shared at 1Sojournal for NaPoWriMo – Day 26.
echoes from the silence 
Oh, I like this! The repeat works well,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/soul-mates/
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Thanks, Elizabeth. I thought the triolet form worked well with how thoughts go in circles in my head at night! 😉 AND…I managed to use all eight words you provided! 🙂
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Beautiful and very honest. There is beautiful music in the night. 🙂
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Thanks, Mosk…I wrote two poems with this eight-word prompt. This was the more positive of the two. I’ll post the other… Thank you for visiting. ❤
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