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
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!
ReplyDeletenice 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
ReplyDeleteI like insular... creative take on the picture, Rick!
ReplyDeleteinteresting...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...
DeleteWell done. You evoked strong feelings with this one.
ReplyDeletei like clockwork construct
ReplyDeletealtered states
"Incognito in his darkness." Fine!
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What a great description of sleep (or how I like it to be!). I really like your poem.
That last stanza is just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteLove the image evoked in your closing.
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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!
ReplyDeleteLove the slight shifts. Beautifully nuanced - and the final stanza a real clincher.
ReplyDelete"No need to tell nightfall"....this is a beautiful poem Rick!!
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