Sleep

Cherry

By Poette

Mon, 25 Mar 2013
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5 comments
 

Striving’s trenchant clarion-call has receded
and you’re gratefully asleep.
You’ve earned it so take comfort in
your frenzied dreams.

Take time from petty intercourse
and dogged transaction,
take off your work face and veteran grimaces
and resume your natural shape.
Fear not, you are sinless,
because who could ever know you?

Truth is a vapour; instead we settle
for rest as our refuge from dismay.
But when stillness seems to reign,
even the beleaguered paving stones
can be heard to murmur odes of thanksgiving
in the fertile precipice of night.

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Comments

Submitted by The Walrus on
Perplexing piece, Poette, and the language is delicious.

Submitted by VeraClark on
Language is exquisite. This poem pours out.

 

Submitted by scratch on
I like the stuff you write poette. I especially like this. Walrus and Vera are both spot on; the quality do the poetic language on display here is indisputable. I think that this is so beautifully crafted, especially 'veteran grimaces' and the last line is as good as last lines get. This poem speak eloquently of the clamour and the crush of existence and hints deliciously at the sanctity brought by tranquility. Well deserved cherry pick. You have talent there's no doubt about it. The poetry here is excellent.

 

Submitted by Poette on
Hello Walrus, Vera and scratch, thank you so much for reading and commenting; especially you, scratch, for such a kind and detailed comment. It's quite interesting that the realisation that only a handful have enjoyed a piece is enough to bring that sense of validation that I'm after, especially when those people understand what's trying to be said. The piece was greatly and unknowingly influenced by a W.H. Auden piece called 'Lullaby' which appears in a Penguin anthology. Heartily recommend reading it. It was only when I re-read it myself that it dawned on me where I had found the flow for my own poem. So I'm only a mimic, but then again we all are to some degree. Thanks again.

 

Submitted by The Walrus on
There's nothing new under the sun, Poette, and all artists and writers bounce ideas off one another.