dcorvus Posted April 21, 2005 Report Share Posted April 21, 2005 The tepid moon is frozen where it hangs Behind the still and musty curtain. The headless worm of nightmares yawns its fangs And curls itself in sleep uncertain. The restless soul with restless dreams make fight And wearies wars in clouded sleep. What haunts the sleeper must with muffled sight In troubled slumber nightly creep. ----- All things begin somewhere, and I think this poem began with not being able to fall asleep. 'tis very frustrating. Then I had the vision of a sleeper, tossing and turning and sweaty in his bed, with moonlight falling on him, almost coiling around him like a worm. And so that's where this came from. dcorvus Quote Link to comment
petefromoz Posted April 21, 2005 Report Share Posted April 21, 2005 I really like this one. There's a dreamlike quality to the images it throws up; that disconnected, not-quite-real sensation. As someone who also has trouble sleeping, I have to say this conveys the feeling all too well. Nicely done! Regards, Pete Quote Link to comment
Guest rusticmonk86 Posted April 21, 2005 Report Share Posted April 21, 2005 Totally awesome Quote Link to comment
Tragic Rabbit Posted April 21, 2005 Report Share Posted April 21, 2005 dcorvus I liked it a lot, lovely words put together beautifully. You really didn't need to explain, it does conjure the image of a restless sleeper in a darkened room. Kisses... TR Quote Link to comment
JamesSavik Posted April 21, 2005 Report Share Posted April 21, 2005 WOW- that's like... Yeats or Shelly. Real art: poetic impressionism. Powerful but gentle, with just the right imagry. Quote Link to comment
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