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
"Reflection is the liturgy of this landscape." Terry Tempest Williams
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Most everything on this blog was created from my heart and mind. If I share other writers' work, their name is credited.
Take good care and enjoy the gift of today.
Most everything on this blog was created from my heart and mind. If I share other writers' work, their name is credited.
Take good care and enjoy the gift of today.
6 comments:
I enjoyed your poem particularly the metaphor for remembering. Good use of he word prompt.
Interesting. I like your usage of the words here.
-Nicole
nice use of words indeed...."untitled" seems fine
I love the image of the "guard of conciousness" in the second stanza. The way one comes out of another is a nice touch.
Yeah, good use of the words, and that, from ONE another thingy, cool!
I love this, especially the guard falling asleep at his post...
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