I sought and cherished sleep,
lying there in the afternoon,
after lunch and before my appointment,
a sweet and treasured hour.
or emerging into morning,
swimming up from pools of sleep,
a gift of bliss, or dodging fragments
as I swam, escaping the shards of dreams.
One cat sleeps at my feet.
The other sprawls in the armchair.
My place seems tawdry in the light
with ill-assorted bric-a-brac,
shabby, familiar and wearisome.
Thoughts sliver my mind
of dying by myself.
I didn't used to be alone,
not every time I woke.
I have the cats to care for,
with duty and with love
but no one slumbers here beside me.
From time to time, I feel the lack.
I feel like a lighthouse keeper,
in a high tower, circled by gulls,
accompanied only by my duties
and the gravity of guilt.
Legs stretch, blankets fling.
Feet press flat upon the floor.
Coffee beckons, erasing gulls.
Guilt gives way to the grace
of morning and I forget
what I just felt.
A contest entry
- Live, Laugh, Love by aligurl.
425 points, ended October 11, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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this poem is very well written. a longing for something u dont have but still appreciating what u do. I loved the use of the light house keeper being buried with guilt and only having the gulls. thank u for entering andgood luck in my contest.
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This poem is
quite sad in a way, of loneliness it speaks, great imagery you've painted here. When one sleeps, their reality does not, then they wake and they must face that reality. And so another day begins, trapped in the woes of life.
Now I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the gold, So thank you and take care.
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i like this its very good. i like the words you use. Thank you for the nice comment
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