Noctivagus

For Nick, as he turns seventeen.

Noctivagus
Nimble no-one-knowledge needs
Imminent intervention if
Creating, causing cursed cogitation
Kills compassions, contests candidness.


If insidious isn’t in it,
Slavèd souls, stop senseless saving!

So! Seven Sundays saw such shift:
Even entered envy’s ebb.
Voices vilified: Verboten!
Entered every end of Eden.
Not navigated, nothing’s not new,
Try to touch the tired
Ember. Every effortless entreaty
Ever estimates ennui
Now Nicholas knows: Noctivagus.

Posted at 8:05 pm EST on the 5th of February 2009 by H. G. Roorda.

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There are 6 replies.
 
  1. Nick says on February 5th, 2009 at 9:52 pm

    I can’t tell you how much I like this.

  2. P. B. Hilton says on February 6th, 2009 at 1:31 am

    Vilified voices vote
    Codes claim keys.

    (Happy birthday, Nick :)

  3. L. C. Russell says on February 7th, 2009 at 10:15 am

    I’m not sure I understand it entirely. But it’s very fitting in that respect. And your talents of alliteration amaze me. XD

  4. H. G. Roorda says on February 13th, 2009 at 3:17 pm

    Thanks, Nick, Laura.
    The poem, is, of course, open for interpretation, but I think if it is studied for a while a conclusion can be reached on its intent (there really is one).

  5. E. M. Hansen says on February 13th, 2009 at 7:06 pm

    I agree: a stunning kaleidoscope of alliteration. I’m rather ashamed to admit, though, that I can’t piece together some of the syntax. Is ‘no-one’ the subject and ‘knowledge’ the object of ‘needs,’ or is ‘no-one-knowledge’ an inseparable unit?

  6. H. G. Roorda says on June 18th, 2009 at 11:44 am

    I can’t believe I never wrote back to you, Ella! ‘No-one knowledge’ is an inseparable unit.