Night – AO Poetry

Street B&W

March 31, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Night, Photography, Street 4 Comments

Moth

July 3, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Moth, Nature, Night, Photography 11 Comments

Cygnus

A whip-poor-will 
cries out in 
the distance, 
with a distinct   
and eerie song...  

While up above 
Cygnus soars, 
his vast wings 
star-tipped 
and strong.

June 29, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Constellations, Cygnus, Night, Poetry, Summer 7 Comments

Minneapolis

November 12, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: City, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Night, Photography 7 Comments

Downtown Minneapolis

October 29, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Architecture, Lights, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Night, Photography 2 Comments

Headlights

Headlights mark 
another highway 
like mismatched 
string lights.

Lines of 
solemn beams 
endlessly cascading
together to
form vibrant
clusters against 
the skyline...  

Eventually becoming 
nothing but 
hazy blurs 
in the
growing distance...   

Until consumed 
by darkness...  
 
And gone 
from sight.

October 21, 2021October 28, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Lights, Lives, Me, Night, Poetry, Watching 3 Comments

Austin Skyline

October 11, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PicturesTags: Austin, Lights, Night, Photography, Skyline, Texas 2 Comments

Street Lights

Beauty is 
raindrops on 
my windshield 
collecting pigments  
from wet 
street lights...   
  

Projecting a 
palate of 
neon colors 
into a 
very bitter 
dreary night.

May 29, 2021October 28, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Lights, Night, No umbrellas, Poetry, rain, Street lights 5 Comments

Directionless

During the day, 
I have a map. 

A crisp, well designed, 
detailed map 
which I may drift from, 
but soon come back to follow.  

During the night 
I have a compass. 

A rusted, cracked, 
loose screwed compass
which I try to follow, 
but the magnetism is off.

So West becomes East, 
and North becomes South... 

And I'm left spinning 
the full 360°... 

Directionless 
and lost 
until morning.

July 9, 2020October 24, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Lost, Night, Spinning 24 Comments

Right now…

I want to be sitting there with you again…
On the patio with our white rockers.
Watching the constellations travel above us.
Under the most pristine night sky.
Completely unmarred by light pollution.

I want to be gazing there with you again…
The moon sitting high off the horizon.
Spread out like a vast canvas.
Painted midnight blue.
Perfectly studded with stars.

I want to be chatting there with you again…
Waves crashing into the shore.
Loud and abrupt like thunder.
Soft beams from the lighthouses spinning.
Dancing along the eastern coast.

Right now…
All I want is to be in Sunset Beach again.
With you.

February 25, 2020February 25, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fuck, I Miss You, Night, North Carolina, Poetry, Sunset Beach 7 Comments