Bony Light

Bony Light
Bony Light

Bony Fingers of Light

Light slithered menacingly
through the tattered drapes,
like bony fingers crawling to find
a shadow worth exposure, or escape,
while languid minds in dreams did waste
those early morning moments,
where cognizance refused to sate
such joyful imposition.

Waged, a war of defiance,
a groaning effigy of non-compliance,
a tossing, twisting mumbled cocoon,
flickered by that bony light infused
with a charm rejected,
a relentless warm affront
striping sheets and blanket mounds,
pervading space but unwilling to resound.

When finally eyes in blurred attenuation,
struggle for the clarity of perfection,
heavy sighs abound,
huffs and disappointment sounds
as words begin to form,
expletives and begrudging bounds
as day has met its match,
unwilling minds hatched.

And bony light solidifies,
the drapes like a sieve magnify
the morning, as dawning serves its prey,
and retreating all they opposed,
to this daily intervention,
this scrambled comprehension,
for minds adept of night,
and blinded by the light of day.

Tony DeLorger © 2019

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

8 thoughts on “Bony Light

  • February 24, 2019 at 2:52 AM
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    Mornings and the first light of day sure present a challenge, don’t they? It is so tempting to just roll back under those mounds of blankets and go back to sleep. Nice work, Tony.

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    • February 24, 2019 at 2:40 PM
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      Glad you enjoyed yhe expression, Phyllis. Take care.

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  • February 24, 2019 at 9:09 AM
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    Your imagery creates almost a completely new imaginary realm. Fascinating and fun to read. Thank you Tony! Well versed! Jamie

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    • February 24, 2019 at 2:41 PM
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      So glad you appreciated it, Jamie. Take care my friend.

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  • February 24, 2019 at 11:22 AM
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    I hate mornings. But I do enjoy your take on the first light of day my friend, however painful it is to wake to attack the day. Nice work

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  • February 24, 2019 at 2:42 PM
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    Thanks Paul, glad you enjoyed it. Hope all is well. Take care.

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  • February 25, 2019 at 6:11 AM
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    I love the earliest hours , the false dawn , the anticipation , there is so much to contemplate then . Nice writing Tony !

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  • February 25, 2019 at 2:54 PM
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    Much appreciated Ed. Yes me too, I generally see the dawn most days thanks to my cat, Beast. I’m either woken by a gentle paw on my cheek or my son’s cat Kiki, who sits on my bedside table and stares at me until I get up and feed her. Mind you it doesn’t bother me, I get to witness those first moments of day. Take care my friend.

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