wake up slumber

This is what rest does to us..... All kinds of rest!

Wake up, O! slumber,
And sting the night with sleep
Let the venom of the blurring wake,
Be scarce seen in an ending day.
And let thine own blurr blot the worries,
Let thy whistle blunt the senses.
Wake up O! slumber, your sun is up,
Your call is come to shackle the shakes of day;
Hang the buzz that makes the air nebulous,
And sew tightly the singing soul of noise
Encase all in your grip till this hours end.
Let your balm grace the rust,
That the fiery ball has caused

Reviews

[Orizielle]

You know, I never imagined something as simple as sleep could be so poetic. But you made it seem as beautiful as ever. Especially in the lines,

" Let the venom of the blurring wake,
Be scarce seen in an ending day.
And let thine own blurr blot the worries, "

I loved your style in this. It somehow seems to borrow from the old romantc style of poetry yet is modern in it's construction. Great job again!

[jaybeth]

Yeah I was actually just fiddling with words while feeling drowsy . Thanks