Metropolitan Homesick Blues

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At 4:00 AM – when sleep won’t come – I sense a stirring in the darkness.

The night begins to weaken – loses its grip – and allows hints of grey to appear.

The change of light awakens the crows and they begin to call to each other as if to welcome – or at least encourage the sun to appear.

Come 5:00 AM night is almost gone.

By 6:00 AM the light brightens.

And I begin to understand

How slowly up the darkness daybreak climbs.


Written by metropolitanhomesickblues

January 17, 2019 at 4:10 PM

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  1. Truer words were never spoken or thought, thank you.

    Carole Lupton

    January 17, 2019 at 7:35 PM

  2. Hi Ed,

    I really liked your poem but could not find where I had to send my reply ‘above this line’. I will send my reply right here, and you can cut and paste it where you think it is appropriate. So here is my reply:

    Hi Ed, good to be able to once again enjoy your wonderful wordsmithing and to view your sensitive photography from your new magic lens. Four in the morning seems to be my time to start counting sheep. I will substitute your words for my sheep and try to catch the arrival of the morning light.

    All the best to you, and dear Norma.




    January 17, 2019 at 9:19 PM

  3. Feel free to call me at 4:00. I’m usually awake these days.

    Conor Bofin

    January 20, 2019 at 5:34 AM

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