Poetic Interlude: The Watcher

Since I deleted my old Time Out For Mom blog, most of my poetry now only exists in journals and a few on my Instagram. As I am working on self publishing a poetry book, I'd like to post a few here that might not make the final cut. My poetry tends to follow varying degrees of dark and light, and then others, such as this particular one, rather sing-song prose and seemingly as if born from a dream.

“Why do you always come here alone at night?”

The stars are brilliant here at this time. Galaxies and city lights mingling; a dance of the wild and the tamed.

“The city will grow and soon will dim all else but its own glory.”