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We own the night.
We do—we the vampires of sound,
the blighted
bed-banishers. It is ours.
We clip our bits of sleep
into the cerebral night-life,
our walking sticks etching
the cadence
of our breath into the ground,
our ceremony of mouths open in wait
and we are redeemed:
God hears our prayers.
We are singing.
This poem first appeared: in Blue Monday Review (Fall, 2015).
Used here with permission.
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Rebecca O’Bern lives in Coatesville, Pennsylvania with her husband, Elias, and a backyard view that includes many tall trees and several horses. She received her MFA in creative writing in 2017 and currently serves on the editorial staffs of The Southampton Review and Mud Season Review. Rebecca’s poems have appeared in a number of journals. When not writing, she enjoys drinking hot tea and reflecting on the work of great thinkers and innovators throughout history. Find her on social media at twitter.com/rebeccaobern.
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Jancan:
Very concise, descriptive, gentle piece on those who "own the night"--causing others to flee the bed. :-)
Janice
Posted 11/17/2020 09:18 AM
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IngridBruck:
Beautiful writing, Rebecca. I live in Pequea, southeast of you. Do you write haiku and short forms? Just wondering, because I can't find nearby people who write haiku, much less nearby poets. Thank you for this lovely poem. Ingrid
Posted 11/16/2020 07:52 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful portrayal of snorers!
Posted 11/16/2020 06:42 PM
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A Jenkin:
A great description - original and humorous... Thanks for sharing it, I enjoyed it
Posted 11/16/2020 12:39 PM
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Paulie Walnuts:
Great comment, Randy. Paulie
Posted 11/16/2020 11:04 AM
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wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
nice sounds!
Posted 11/16/2020 10:21 AM
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paradea:
Breathe-Rite Strips...Snore no more, or so my sister says!!! I love this poem!!!
Posted 11/16/2020 10:00 AM
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michael escoubas:
Okay! I'll buy into some sort of heavenly choir . . . God gets all the credit though, for his "tolerant ears." Well done, Rebecca.
Posted 11/16/2020 09:35 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
A vampire of noise - we sleeping werewolves bay while our bed-victims pray----/// nice, tight piece. Randy
Posted 11/16/2020 09:07 AM
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cork:
Oh, to elevate the snore to a position of status!
Posted 11/16/2020 09:00 AM
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Larry Schug:
I love the duet my wife and dog sing sometimes, though I've never thought of it as a song until reading this poem.
Posted 11/16/2020 08:32 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Clever, unique, humorous, picturesque. My favorite image is "we the vampires of sound, the blighted bed-banishers."
Posted 11/16/2020 06:27 AM
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paula:
GReat language!
Posted 11/16/2020 05:11 AM
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