Sunday, April 22, 2012

Magpie Tales 114: Slumber




Image by Alex Stoddard
Shared by Tess Kincaid


slumber 


as if 
sleep had 
the inside track 
to an end 
and future 
of this 
clockwork 
construct, I 
waver: 

slipping
into sheets, 
under cover 
seems automatic 
and my routinized 
dealings with
night are as 
well.

there is fear
only when 
wind threatens 
a clean sweep 
but 

I'm safe 
for now. 

sheltered. 
insular. 

no need 
to tell nightfall
that I'm incognito
in his 
darkness. 


Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 

13 comments:

  1. Oh, the loneliness... *deep sigh* I don't know what it is that grips me with this piece, but grip me it did. Thank you for sharing beautiful words!

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  2. nice writing rick! i wonder at the rituals of entering, being inside and exiting lseep as well . . . so much time is spent asleep . . . well not lately but ya know what i mean!!!! steven

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  3. I like insular... creative take on the picture, Rick!

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    1. interesting...and a bit scary to me...i think we easy fall too far into the insular...this pic make me think of isolation and sense deprivation...

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  4. Well done. You evoked strong feelings with this one.

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  5. "Incognito in his darkness." Fine!

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  6. sheltered.
    insular.


    What a great description of sleep (or how I like it to be!). I really like your poem.

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  7. That last stanza is just wonderful.

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  8. Love the image evoked in your closing.

    =)

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  9. the manner of the poem is amazing, it is like a silence of the night, it talks to you- and prove you it exist.. awesome!

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  10. Love the slight shifts. Beautifully nuanced - and the final stanza a real clincher.

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  11. "No need to tell nightfall"....this is a beautiful poem Rick!!

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