how could it mean anything to me?
I can barely remember it
(the way we all fade with the light)
I don’t know where or when
I don’t know why
but I know you were there with me
I can feel it even now
(your lingering voice
your ethereal touch)
like a dew-covered leaf
or the earth underneath
I remember just the periphery
the fringe of a forgotten dream
but it is enough for me
I had not waken)
And this is why we get the urge to draw something at 2AM
Sweet Morningtide, I feel you drawing near —
how soon you limn the east with nascent flames!
For just a moment all the night seems clear
as dusky dreams disperse to lucid claims.
What fragile feeling wakes to break the dawn?
To wheel aside old stars, let morning rise!
I hear it in the tumult of a yawn,
I see it in the night beneath these eyes.
It is the snare of soporific chains,
oneiric shackles struggling to keep hold;
I seek your light yet torpor still remains —
Sweet Morningtide, why must we be so cold?
I beg your warmth but clarity has fled
and I am late to hearts and words unbled.
and the bed splinters
from the weight of your dreams
you fall into the frame
head under heels and lost
blood rushing down
are you awake now?
Go the F**k to Sleep - Adam Mansbach
(narrated by Samuel L Jackson)
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“The giant pangolins of Madagascar are snoozing as I lie here and openly weep!”
Oh man. OK. Not sure what it is about tonight, but here’s
some more a lot more profanity. Sorry. Reblogging because this had me in stitches. Maybe I’m more tired than I thought.
I mean, I just used the phrase “had me in stitches”. I have never ever used that phrase before. Oh my goodness.
I tried to fall
asleep (as if sleeping
had anything to do
but slowly, surely,
inevitably I began to
float - yes float -
asleep, like an
intangible pocket of
laughter and song
climbing ever higher
(as if mirth
were not already
the music of the soul),
so I began
if to be
to be rooted,
just as dreaming
and falling asleep
higher and higher,
to the antithesis
and the weight
of the world,
but before I could reach
the conclusion of
I was gone
highest heights, lost
From the 30 day word challenge, which is a word challenge in that you must use words to complete the challenge, be it in poetry or prose. Anyone want to jump in? More people = more fun!
I rotate through hybrids of Fetal, Yearner, Soldier and Starfish. I also do a Reverse-Starfish or Stomach-Starfishwhich is distinct from Freefall. FUN STUFF.
In other news (not really news), I am easily distracted, I procrastinate on proposed procrastination activities (that is, I tell myself I will do work after I do activity x, but then I put off activity x and do activity y and z for a while). Tumblr is not helping in the slightest. I do not merely have writer’s block - I have an entire productivity block. Which I suppose would be a block of non-productivity. The block of non-productivity is blocking my productivity and is therefore giving me a productivity block. I am rambling because I don’t want to get back to work.
Maybe I should just go to bed.