WHEREVER, THERE AND BEYOND

NEW TITLE, LAST REVISIONS OF I'LL SLEEP LATER

I can sleep later now: no longer alarmed

by the early morning crow of blackbirds

bickering over dawn, the moldy crust

the robin forsook when she renounced our nest.

Wherever she went, wherever she is,

my appetite for sunlight flew with her.

 

I’ll sleep later now, no longer inclined

to sync with other men, the urgency

of ties, their ticks of a calendar.

What makes an apple more precious than

a Georgia peach hardly seems worth waking for,

nothing more than a child’s silly goose of a game.  

 

Ever-hopeful of a day’s certain end,

I shall sleep later. A loose

and dispirited wind exonerated from

keeping watch, exercising the anamneses

of a heart’s roses being peeled away from

my bedlam’s sun-bleached walls.

 

Adrift at sea, senseless to the passage

of cruising ships, I’m free to lie here,

between this rock and a hard place, to wait

for word of when the last breath might

confirm the dying begins … Yes,

I’ll sleep later now …

 

no longer aroused by the early morning crow,

blackbirds squabbling, empty of all thought

save one -- wherever the missing robin went,

I want to fly there too.

Ken e Bujold 

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

There are times when there's no more left. Sad times, hard and difficult times but.. there's a feeling of helplessness when nothing else can replace what is gone, done.. over. The list of why and what is personal but, for the writer must be faced full on. 'Why' is a should be,'what' is a must be. Perhaps?

[Ken e Bujold]

this is one of the long obstinate poems I was talking about. Has undergone a significant revision since I posted working version here. Haven't gotten around to posting final yet, but likely will. Final is more melancholy but not as maudlin

[emmajoygreen]

Go with a good night's sleep and waking with a decision. Perhaps? Maybe?

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...the irrelevancy of light - in the light
of having nothing more to add to the empty pages."

You have a tendency to stir my imagination. Wishing it were me who wrote when I just read! Much applause, Ken.

[Ken Simm.]

Sad, romantic and just perfect.

[Arundass TP]

I have seen the emptiness and how emotions and feelings are filled in this poem. Good one

[W. Barrett Munn]

Killer of a final stanza.

[Vol]

Ken,
Excellent writing, sir! A poem worth the time.
Those who value love, who value companionship, who value two as one, also value times of mourning...
Vol