 |
| photo by PSC |
Morpheus
Only I can make them
settle
cease their mad,
swirling (e)motions
muster Merlin’s magic (if
I can)
transform them mayhap,
into soft, silent,
serene snow-
flakes drifting ever
downward
to land each atop
another
creating a blanket of
oblivion
(or maybe stars,
still in the night sky,
their only movement
nearly indiscernible –
pinprick twinkles of
light
sparking the darkness)
beneath which
I might (finally)
find sleep
NOTE: This is an "opposite" poem -- in response to my PAD Day 7 offering - "Spinning Thoughts"
(which you can also read via the link below)
You captured the difficulty of laying it all down for the night and trying to sleep. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mosk! :-) Now if I could just figure out how to do that -- every night. :-]
DeleteSuch a great connection--snowflakes are the perfect metaphor. Like the take charge attitude of the opening line: "Only I can make them settle"!
ReplyDeleteThanks Patricia! :-) It's true: Only I can... IF I can. :-| Thanks for stopping by! :-)
Delete