Innocent Night by Scott Biddulph

Poetry Break: Innocent Night

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
― Leonardo da Vinci

By Scott Biddulph 

poem: innocent night

Innocent Night

The night is not my friend,
And yet, I wish to surrender.
Tired, I long for rest.
To see the smoke clear from the battle.

The night is the essence of lonely;
It embodies all that humanity fears.
The night never shows mercy,
It cares nothing for your tears.

Is it just a condition of mind?
Could the night be innocent?

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  1. Love the quote and the poem Scott. Please don’t delete – you’ll be denying others of the pleasure of a painting that can be felt.

    Thank you for sharing.

  2. Scott, Please Do Not Delete!
    I’ve been behind in my reading (and life in general – lol!) so just reading it now for the first time!
    It love it – and can definitely relate –
    definitely a painting that I can feel!
    Would love for you to publish more here!

    • Thank you so much Terry. I wasn’t really going to delete; I was just cutting up. However, poetry is very subjective. Some people like it, some people don’t. It really is like a painting. Blessings

      • Ha! Yes, poetry really is subjective. Honestly, i often find a lot of it difficult to understand.
        Funny story. Early on in our marriage (where insecurities still ruled) my husband (once) wrote me a poem and left it for me before he went to work. When he returned home, I was in tears. They weren’t happy tears – I had totally misinterpreted his poem and thought he was saying his goodbyes and would be leaving (for an indefinite period of time).
        We had had one of those (not quite newlyweds anymore) kind of disagreements the day before and it was his way of making up. In reality, it was a beautiful love poem.
        It’s been 32 years and I have not gotten any more poems – now I get cards with very clear messages! lol!!

  3. Hi, Scott. Glad you published a poem. Dust off the others, find that perfect image, and give us more. Thanks!

    • Hello Michelle,
      Thank you very much for your comment. I was beginning to consider quietly deleting the post, lol.
      I’ve actually written a few poems about the night; some are allegorical, some are related to the issues I once had with insomnia and PTSD. I’ve still got a few in the closet. Blessing to you and your hubby. 🙂

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