Morning sun comes
Nowhere to hide with the lights around, Always waiting for the night.
This goes out to all the nocturnal animals, who are at one with themselves only at night.
Flowers are the earth's fruit
Which await the sun's permission To beautify and ripen And at night may serve As guiding lanterns floating atop Their mother thorns To gently lead the moon oceanward.
Put me under the spell of maur night,
Let me sip from the drinks of celestial gods, Lighten me on a sky-bed of heavenly stars, When receiving the offerings of nocturnalight. Cover my body with holy rays, songs of praise, Adoring dreams dressed in golden sheepskin, Happily grazing on faith’s meadow spreading The noble fragrance of sweet-bitter laurel. Let me sleep in nocturnal goodness tonight. Let me sleep in nocturnal goodness ... Let me sleep ... Sleep ... Sip ... S ...
Have a sweet sleep baby all your life ...
tedious tardy sleeps are the latest commodity
my advisor‘s eulogized, though I have dealt with it for as long as ever. since I do that exceedingly well. just once I’d wish to sink into bed, shut my eyes for a shielded moment, and find myself revived afterwards. perhaps my life is too cluttered with uncertainties, so my bedlam body unlearned to be happy. instead, a high demand of despondency is expected to be appeased by the insomniac stakeholders of my remains.
Thanks for reading.
in daydreams of a knight & a mare
on a dazed night of utter despair I dreamt that I saved you...
Feels like the days are flowing by,
While I lay here, restless Unaware of my becoming Like an unusual goodbye.
An artist in quarantine.
Let us set the scene. Teeny tiny living space. Move around the mess with grace, no stress! What to do, what to do... For a start, I'll make some art. I'll write some poetry, some fiction. Suddenly I am nocturnal, and suddenly the daystar's light, infernal. Days get hazy; I go crazy. This is fine. Yeah. This is fine.
My time in social distancing.
4 a.m. —
and I am the king of the world, queen of all things feral. I burn brighter than the stars, a galaxy full of possibilities. My reign eternal; I am the only one alive and I want to live dangerously. Want — with one word the light goes out, the stars dip beyond the sea, my crown tumbles to the ground, I am pulled back to reality. Back — here and now I rub my eyes; feel my lambent desires die as morning resurrects all of my insecurities.
NaPoWriMo Day 4
Poetry form: Free Verse