I am sleeping less but the dreams
last longer, full of daylight and dread,
anger and confusion. There may be
sleep, but there is no rest.
There is a crack in my world, a chasm
separating yesterday and tomorrow,
memories and visions. The edges blur
and the depths beckon.
She prays for me, asking for the pieces
to be made whole, the abstract clear
and the distant near. The angels hover,
awaiting the bells toll.
A somewhat disjointed start of a reply to
Margo Roby’s image prompts.
7 responses to “During the Night”
Very powerful and the ending is perfect.
I am so enjoying watching you venture down paths you used to not. I see what you mean by your question. Other than the angels as a clue, this works for all three paintings, which makes it even more fun for me. If you want to play, I had an itch to repeat some of the phrases.
i essentially did a stanza for each image and tried to tie them together.
And you know I want to play, but might be Monday. i am supposed to be paying attention in statistics class right now….my brain hurts. There is no poetry in statistics…
Oh God. I’m so sorry. I shall have a moment of silence for you while I sip my coffee.
oh, coffee…need more of that…
And straighten up.
Thank you. 🙂 fingers are going numb as brain…