Pondering Things at 2 A.M.
There is something magical
about the contrast of black and white.
Something silent that makes you “feel”
rather than “see”.
Light and shadow.
Contrast and highlights.
Like in photography,
piano keys,
snow on bare tree limbs,
stars in a night sky,
…. and Oreos
Shhhhhhh…….Quiet, Please!
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LOVE this! The ending made me smile….well….really grin! I LOVE oreos and the idea of them finding their way into a poem about shadows and silence….absolutely delicious!
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Thanks so much. This was a fun one to write.
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Very well written! Oreos… yum!
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Thanks much.
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Lovely poem.
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Thanks!
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Can’t read this poem just once…can’t eat just one oreo!
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I enjoyed your well-contrasted quadrille, Candy, and your poem resonates with me as I often ponder things at 2 a.m. – and three and five… I love black and white photography and piano keys, too.
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Thanks, Kim.
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My pleasure, Candy.
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I’m must be a grinch. Oreos are by far the worst biscuit in the world and I know my biscuits! But still, it was fun to use in a poem. I should challenge myself to write about Oreos one day.A nice wander through the night, Candy 👏
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This was prompted by a friend who loves Oreos. I’m not a big fan either.
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oh, i so loved that… i often wake up in these hours to feelings rather than seeing… and oreos, heck yeah… one can’t eat just one… i stuff my pockets and eat them throughout my day..
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Thanks! Pockets stuffed with cookies sounds divine.
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Gorgeous! And makes me think.
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Thanks much
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