Wednesday, May 13

Untitled

She falls softly into sleep
a mosaic of words, sublime
ebbs and flows through her dreams

the guard of consciousness
nods at his post,
leaving them free to associate,

disassociate

from another

until at last they come to rest,
each glyph carved in relief
on the dome of her skull

6 comments:

Donald Harbour said...

I enjoyed your poem particularly the metaphor for remembering. Good use of he word prompt.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

Interesting. I like your usage of the words here.

-Nicole

Wayne Pitchko said...

nice use of words indeed...."untitled" seems fine

James said...

I love the image of the "guard of conciousness" in the second stanza. The way one comes out of another is a nice touch.

Andy Sewina said...

Yeah, good use of the words, and that, from ONE another thingy, cool!

Erin Davis said...

I love this, especially the guard falling asleep at his post...