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Midnight Stanzas

Jen Selinsky

Copyright © 2017 by Jen Selinsky

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ISBN: 9781370080427

*To God for blessing me with all this talent. Also to all my loves ones for supporting me over the years.


*Not every poem included in this book is dated in chronological order.  This is not an oversight on my part. Rather, I have made some changes and substitutions.


Midnight Stanzas

It is not midnight,

Yet I want to write some words.

I want the world to know

That I have some resources left, after all.

The sky is turning dark much earlier,

But I should not fear the dusky blue

Whose presence wants its fair

Share of time. I suppose it

Would be wrong to deny it that.

And those with restless minds

Find that they do not want

To go asleep as easily as they are told to.

Write on, you poets, and don’t

Be deterred by the setting of the sun.

Write on, and remember the times you had

Such great fun.

Take a walk and a moment to look

At the moon, for it is God’s creation, too.

And know that you are not alone,

Because all your loved ones are

Somewhere up in the sky,

Waving pleasant thoughts

To you to keep you safe throughout the night.


Evidence of Autumn

Most of the leaves have

Yet to fall, still rich

And vibrant with green.

They are reluctant to

Yield to the colors

Of old age.

And the ground, which

Will break their fall,

Will also lead them to death.

But a withered few have

Already gone; having

Not wished to remain

And witness the

Cold aftermath.

White death will

Eventually take the others,

Whether they are ready

To depart or not.

But they know that

They must break

Away from their stems

Before the eager wind

Takes them away.

Blades of grass shall

Have quivering masses

Covering their own

Dying colors.

It seems, most years,

That winter likes to

Invade our fair summer,

To bring on the colors which

Are evidence of autumn.

Now, we must prepare

For the frosty abyss.

*previously published in Pen It! Magazine Volume 8: Issue 5 September/October




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