Night

I cannot suck sleep out of the warm air, a clothes

runner killed beside my bed, numbers encode

the darkness, they are not curved

and I reach for your hand, warm paper over chalk hills,

rivers that flow past sinews, tunnels leading to

fingertips, the map creased into your palm.

There are dragons over the main road, they have

moving eyes and heated wings, the night has locked

out gravity, and I am full of feathers, falling up.

Reviews

[Stabitha]

Wow.

This is challenging.

To me, this is the semi-consciousness that we experience in the moment before sleep takes over our brains.

I'm so impressed that you've aptly captured a near-indescribable altered state of mind.

I'll say it again.

Wow.

[None]

Wow. I'm speechless with chills. You go from sleepless reality, to the drowsiness of sleep, straight into the dreamworld seamlessly here. Your language, ah, where do I start? It's so perfect! I will say, I don't know what "a clothes/runner beside my bed" means. Loved this. I can only hope there is more to come.

[Alicia Beavis]

Fantastical and beautiful to read. Lovely use of imagery!

[Emily B]

ooooooh, oh

[SHEEMA HUQ]

What sort of creative creature has written this poem, absolutley larger than life, other world fantasy brilliance. You would write longer pieces no doubt. I like the sub human content.

[Tai Ryens]

I don't know what it is about this poem, but you have pulled me out of reality and shoved me into a dreamworld. Lovely piece of poetry that defies reality, yet makes complete sense. I love this. Great job.

[FJ Davis]

Is "Night's" narrative more than intimacy treating insomnia? It certainly seems so; there are, for example, those inexplicable "dragons over the main road."
In any event, here is poetry so beautifully fashioned, I don't really give a damn what it's talking about. The lovely manner in which this, at least, partial mystery is being conveyed, has readers truly feeling free of gravity and "full of feathers, falling up."
Magical!

[Blindfolded]

What a wonderful poem. I'm not even sure where to start with all of your wonderful imagery. Thank you for sharing.

[Cherrie Palmer]

a wonderful play on words that are twisted into night time images...tunnels leading to fingertips, the map creased into your palm...

[Starr Mist]

I liked it a lot! I could feel the emotions... very well written! :)

Thanks so much for posting!

Starr