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Rest Your Head: lullaby
Rest your head and close your eyes, listen to this lullaby: let the sights and sounds of day gently dull and fade away; let the chirping crickets’ song slowly make the minutes long; let the fresh and cool bedsheets softly … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, care, dreams, lullaby, night, poetic forms, sleep
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When It Comes
When it comes, the night don’t know no difference: right and wrong and that thin line in between. In the dark, you just watch for the lightning. All the rest? Doesn’t matter what you mean. Simple truths in the shadows … Continue reading
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Tagged darkness, ignorance, night, resolution, space, truth, unknowing
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The Slightest Remnant
Along the edge, the slightest remnant lingers before it falls away into the void and dries like alcohol upon the fingers, its essence there but nonetheless destroyed, the merest memory of thought or action caught only by a sentimental whim … Continue reading
The Catacombs of Night
Lo! I have wrestled angels in the catacombs of night and risen, as if from the dead, bone-weary, at daylight, my sheets soaked through with fevered sweat and every muscle sore, and tufts of mutilated feathers scattered on the floor, … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, death, dilemmas, fear, night, paradox, sleep, transformation, William Blake
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The Moon Dancing
The moon is swollen full tonight, her belly stretched out in the light; that glow ascribed to pregnant maids reflects down through the tall pines’ shade and with a wash of purple blue includes the woods’ edge in my view. … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, Divine Mother, illusions, mother goddess, night, shadows, the moon
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Stars at Night: a sestina
To look out at the stars at night against a distant tapestry of endless black, that seems to spread beyond our fickle sense of time and stretch the limits of our sense to breaking, is to feed a dream. No … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, dreams, night, poetic forms, sestina, stars, timelessness
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The locust choir at midnight
The locust choir at midnight ends rehearsal when the night larks begin to bustle ’round; and even the great roaches find dispersal preferable when mockingbirds abound. And so, at half past twelve, I sit in darkness, not worried over creeping, … Continue reading