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Winter Midnights
Old numbers on the radio;
Through foggy panes, a street lamp’s glow;
Some aircraft’s feebly buzzing sound;
Barks of mansion-guarding hounds;
A drunkard’s wrangle with another,
Then quick amity—each a brother;
The thought you still think well of me;
These things, alone, my company.
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Shamik Banerjee is a poet from Assam, India, where he resides with his parents. His poems have been published by Sparks of Calliope, The Hypertexts, Snakeskin, Ink Sweat & Tears, Autumn Sky Daily, Ekstasis, among others. He received second place in the Southern Shakespeare Company Sonnet Contest, 2024.
Your winter midnights sound like fun and good company. I also listen to old-time radio. Enjoyable personal perspective poem.
Short, sweet and Poignant.
Dear Shamik,
Another thoughtful poem from your pen. I love your ability to transport your reader to the the point of view of the speaker of your poems.
Gigi
Shamik – I agree with the comments above, and especially liked the final two lines. Well done!
“Winter Midnights” is a classic, excellent example of a vignette, a delicate sketch. The list of images gradually increases in importance as we see persons (the drunkards) settle into concord as brothers, while the observant speaker feels satisfaction that someone thinks well of him. That thought is good company indeed, and the winter midnight takes on warmth and light!
Another beautiful descriptive poem, Shamik, this time redolent of distant human activity, with the sense of being alone but not alone, because of other people being around somewhere and through knowing that someone else is thinking of you. I enjoyed reading this.
Beautiful and descriptive. The phrase ‘my company’ closely resonates with me.