Insomnia

Twilight birds scatter the skies reminiscent of
     Fortunetellers hungry for ears
   Ticking clocks prop open my eyes
You swore
That we are in constant conversation
      With the gods
Demons parade across the silence
Even the gods are guilty of transgression
Who will grant Them absolution
 Not I
By virtue of this
We are the gods
Priests of discord
Architects of creation
Inventors of beauty
I lie awake
Still as water
Caught in a jar
I will learn to forgive
If...
You...
Kiss me
Man with halycon eyes
You chase away sorrow
Transmutation
Takes time.

Reviews

[Rana Adalwolfa Simon]

I usually make an effort to provide some form of constructive critique for the works I comment on. For this... I have nothing. This is splendid. At first I was going to make a comment about the lack of punctuation at the beginning, but I loved as I went working to interpret without it. This poem is not only flowing, beautiful in imagery and message, but it is a challenge as well. As a reader and a poet, I'm thrilled to read a work like this that does not take the reader's skill for granted. Absolutely magnificent.

[Ana B.]

A wonderful, colorful work full of beauty and wisdom. A must have:)

[yashmita13]

it was really cool though i thought it sounded kind of Shakespearean in between.