Naked Heart.

 

 

Naked Heart.

 

Come drug of sleep,
drop, heavy cloak of woolly mind that dulls clear thought.

Hold me tightly.

Drowse my downbeat mind,
change to calm the anxious weight of what was former.

Come chains of stupor,
let mood remain sans chill of knowing love can never be.

Night swallow me.

Let me browse on naught
and may an unassuming nothingness be my sole activity.

Come thick gloom
fall over me and hide my naked heart from further light.

Cover my ache

Dull me into unopposed
acceptance of crushed hope as I aquiesce to my plight.

Come half-closed eyes,
let sight not look again at joy's demise as dark holds sway.

Silence take me.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

As someone who hasn't slept well for years, I can relate to these lines. The number of times, I have wished for a curtain to come down on all my thoughts, so I can get some peace and be still. Night time has a habit of exaggerating everything and making it seem so much worse. Your lines were truly felt by this reader Fay. Beautiful poetry. All good wishes.

Chris

[Fay Slimm]

Sympathy to you Chris as a fellow sufferer - -sleep has a habit with me of waiting until words going round in my mind demand to be versed or go off into oblivion - so light on and pen in hand I, yawning, obey - -- poets worldwide have the same disturbance methinks. How can we though put clamps on our active minds when the Muse wants us despite night-time to write..... ugh !! Pleased though that you enjoyed the slant I took on the subject of sleep..... many thank yous from Fay x

[Richard🖌]

So many thoughts, dreams, fantasies, vivid sensations stir within … so much un-sated to blend into our yearning sleep as we finally drift silently awayyyy⁓⁓⁓*
Fay, you've always had a certain manner about your writings that 'rouse and scintillate one's senses, as though we're there inside your skin … I mean, who could resist such vibrantly mesmerizing metaphor as "Hold me tightly", "Night swallow me", "fall over me and hide my naked heart from further light", "Cover my ache", "Come half-closed eyes", "Silence take me".
I used to wonder if you could possibly get any better … now, I know.

Love the serenity and beauty of the picture, and your nicely presented layout, too … there's something quite amazingly captivating about Cornish women; especially, those who live along the coast and write poetry. : )
Thank you, Fay, for continuing to share You with Us … big hug! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Fay Slimm]

Your kind review on my little poem is overwhelmingly humbling and many thank yous for both the visit and read of my words on "joy's demise" which came to my mind after viewing the picture - -- sending true appreciation for your encouraging comments Richard with wishes for peace and blessings ...............from Fay

[Richard🖌]

"Joy's Demise"
And apt title, too, Fay ⁓ You know I've always enjoyed your poetry. : )

[Lorry]

To live in shade, locking out the light that dazzles us, briefly illuminating the scene, until our long night of the soul arrives and making us scamper for the shade when it goes out. We can't be hurt if we stay in our cocoon, only living the last hurt over and over again. Death by a thousand cuts.
Brave the light, but stay wary and wear shades, just in case.

[Fay Slimm]

I agree wholeheartedly Lorry - living in shade encourages a liking for a cocoon - - the piece was written after seeing an article concerning those who find sleep elusive so not from experience but- thanking you sincerely for your visit and review - - - and what a good idea to brave light through a pair of shades.......

[Neville]

Ah yes.. a true soporific is so hard to come by these days...

perfect dear friend and poet..... N