A few poems today--the first loosely based on the RWP perfection prompt:
Perfect Insomnia
In the darkest hours of morning
those yet to be born
whisper in your beloved's breaths.
You count how many times
your heart beats
between the plaintive queries
of an owl.
A far off train's call takes you back
to wide awake childhood nights
safe under soft heavy blankets
watching the shadows
of passing cars on the wall.
You amble among more memories
as though on a walk in the woods,
finding daisies and bird feathers,
arrowheads and volcanic glass.
Seeing the clock numbers change
is like being able to time your wishes
to falling stars.
Your eyes do not feel heavy
until sunlight pierces
the slit between the curtains.
Only then do you surrender
to dreams.
And a haiku:
At the Museum
Cracked clay bowls, knives, combs
Still speak of people long gone
Dust under our feet
A cleave:
Awoken
Looking back I hear
So many words
magical spells whispered
being softly
awoken spoken
invoked truth
And an acrostic:
THANKS!
Thirty days of poetry cannot begin to say
How fun it's been to write and play
All of April has gone so fast
Now it's time to wrap up this last
Kick the cobwebs off the book
So farewell Napowrimo, so glad you took!
So many poems and all good
ReplyDeleteI love the insomniac poem. Great images and sounds. The far away train whistle,the car shadows on the wall,the soft blankets and the sun
shining throught the slit in the curtains paint a beautiful word picture.
yes. enjoyed the sunlight
ReplyDeleteand the imagery
of sleeplessness