In rainless whisper,
To dream the fall of sleep's elusive weight.
Wisp-rings, as they occur as faces looking back,
Under cover of the seas;
Running through our sinews and muscled humour.
These patterns of beauty revealed to our eyes,
Slow doves at the kill.
So I sleep and dream inheritance in my cloudless dying world.
Author notes
A poem concerning the half-world of sleep and semi-consciousness.
Prompt: reiterated recyclings.
Poems by Animarising, used as follows:
1. Pure, http://allpoetry.com/poem/3810693
2. Bowl of Words, http://allpoetry.com/poem/3681360
3. Perhaps it is the colour, which invades http://allpoetry.com/poem/3600486
4. Memories in smoke, http://allpoetry.com/poem/3823321
5. Under cover of the seas, http://allpoetry.com/poem/3814967
6. We, the Just, http://allpoetry.com/poem/3804305
7. Pale wings of the rain,http://allpoetry.com/poem/3791200
8. Inner light (of Zojo-ji), http://allpoetry.com/poem/3716638
9. Slow death in surgeons' hands. http://allpoetry.com/poem/3778750
A contest entry
- Reiterated Recyclings by EnigmaticMonday.
700 points, ended January 23, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the dreamy essence of this. It kind of weaves through the waking moments into the dreamers realm. I especially loved the first 3 lines.
Just one edit I think to be made here:
"Running through our sinews and and muscled humour."
You have 2 ands. Other than that, a very well crafted poem.
Thankyou for entering my contest.
E-M -
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Thanks for that spot. Fixed!
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