Thursday, April 30, 2015

Day #29 : ritual

a poem in the form of a review 
(Hmm ,,,, so didn't do this) 




worth the price of admission
this pierced lullaby 
cotton cocoon'd invitation 
with 
contrast stark against the tumult of days
what goes around 
comes around 
movement knitted 
sure & static & cooling 
to
alabastair slumbers 
... waiting 
... waiting 
delight caught between breaths 
and 
the turn of a page 
the only sounds; a soft tinkling of the cats collar as he comes in 
and the call of the midnight-thirty train 
sleep = this late-hour chapter heading 
infused with sharp moonbeams of silver 
a sacred place space of dreams 
drifting 
suspend
drift farther still .... 
sleep becomes a place for the beautifully possible 
this pierced lullaby 
goodnight 
goodnight 



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