I Sleep Later Now

"significant rewrite of earlier work'

I SLEEP LATER NOW

 

 

I sleep later now, no longer aroused  

by the early morning crow of blackbirds,

all but deaf to the douceur of robins

returning to the province of lilacs.

Wherever she went, wherever she is,

I no longer care; love has gone with her.

 

Ever-hopeful, that this spring may decamp

before the inevitable call comes

to defend why our winter sheets are still

draped across the windowsill, I’ve left

her autumn’s home and gardening among

the last of a summer’s discarded roses --

 

certain no one could mistake the metaphor

of thorns scattered about the portico,

my reasoning for abandoning

whatever remains of the long-discarded book --

the irrelevancy of light -- in the light

of having nothing more to add to the empty pages.

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