Once upon a van Gogh night more colourful than day, a shoal of stars, disturbed, took flight, and poured down from the sky. I couldn’t find a little boat to row on the cosmic sea, nor did I have a fishing-net to catch some dreams for me. I tossed and turned on my pillow, and […]
Tag: Sleep
Mystery of Sleep
a glimmer of dawn seeps through a tissue of mist the dream is over © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem #1044 Mysteries Today our prompt, taken from Jane Reichhold’s “A Dictionary of Haiku”, is mysteries, with a haiku by Jane to inspire us: dreams the tightrope we walk without a net […]
Dawn’s Shipwreck
My response to Haiku Horizons prompt “sleep” Drifting in slumber Morpheus pulls me under diving into dreams Surfacing from deep altered consciousness of sleep rising sun stirs me Lifting languid lids broken shards of sleep amid dawn’s shipwreck of sheets © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.posterlounge.co.uk
Chiming in a Wintry Sunday
A silvery secret melody Of sleet on silence Stirs me From my sleep In morning’s murk Rain crystallises Tunefully Into minuscule bells Blown in On an Arctic blast Chiming in a wintry Sunday © Kim M. Russell, 2015
A Poet’s Insomnia
Clock hands crawl tick creep Shadows clamour in the gloom The night’s devoid of sleep Bad dreams linger in the room Suffocating hope Engendering doom Words become phrases Couplets rhyme Wild fancy composes Rhythmic lines Quickened wits Perform poetic feats Wilful notions Tug at storm-tossed sheets At long last, ruffled by the sun’s first ray […]
This photograph makes me wonder who was buried in the grave
This post was linked on 14th June 2016 as a response to dVerse Poets Pub Chisel me a conversation Sleeping Angel The daily dirge of traffic Beyond the walls of marble town Cannot wake the frozen angel From her eternal sleep Her skin of stone Scattered with the detritus of life Leaf twig dust Is cold to […]
More broken sleep
I couldn’t settle down last night and got up a few times to look out at the incredible sky full of stars. I didn’t see any shooting ones. When I finally got to sleep, my dreams were so full of poetry, and anxiety that I wouldn’t remember them, that I kept waking up, trying to […]
Sleep Interrupted and Rilke’s Panther
After a fitful night I got up and wrote a poem called Sleep Interrupted, which is below and on a page of its own. Sleep interrupted Leap into the void of slumber Fall down the rabbit hole Slip through scudding cumuli Descend into docile dreams Or crash through thunderclouds Into noxious night terrors Run barefoot […]
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