Thursday, August 20, 2009

3WW: Decay, Riot, Graceful & TOP: From Here to There

Morning surfs
into my bedroom
on a butter knife

in between the shade
and the window
creating a riot

of sun pixels
on my quilt,
prompting me

to get up
and write a poem.
But a heavy arm

imprisons me,
pulls me back
into graceful shadows

away from the light
and another poem
dissipates and decays

into scattered words
while I ride a wave
back into night.

16 comments:

ThomG said...

This is just a really great piece. A fun read.

Mark said...

So, so much to read into this. Such wonderful imagery, you painted a lush picture with your words, Linda.

I've had a few poems die the same way..

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully words. Sometimes poems are lost due to sleep.

Lisa said...

Love this poem Linda! I especially love the lines: in between the shade/and the window/creating a riot

Sweetest in the Gale said...

I've experienced this many times...you expressed it very well! It's always frustrating when you know you've lost a good idea due to sleep.

Fiducia said...

Very sweet one..
Felt like sinking into a slumber on a chilling morning and yet there are some things in life, I need to gear up and get going...
Beautiful!!
I love your random scribblings..They just rock!

Just someone said...

That was really beautiful! I could picture the shades of dawn; it is really a great piece, with a lot of meaning in it!

Nice one

Bobbie Sandlin said...

This is sweet writing! Love how easy this is to visualize as I read.

Stan Ski said...

Some great ideas come to me while still half asleep...then I lose them before I wake.

Jeeves said...

Enjoyed this

irene said...

ooh nice. Your poem has such natural grace.

George said...

Very nice -- this expresses an experience I've had much too often.
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Asleep On My Feet said...

It's interesting that everybody read this as the author going back to sleep...
Me, I pictured the heavy arm as belonging to a lover, who has pulled the author back to bed to make love. The words, "riding a wave back into the night" take on a whole new meaning, then.
I found it to be passionate, lyrical, evocative, and absolutely gorgeous... and, because everyone else was saying it...I too, have lost a poem in this way... ;)

Missy said...

I miss that feeling. The heaviness of an arm holding you down or close. *sigh*

Enjoyed this moment with you :)

pjd said...

Do you have an anthology out yet? I'd buy it. Your entry is always a favorite for me, and this is no exception. Simply wonderful.

Beloved Haiku Dreams said...

Oh, this is just lovely. All of you have grown so much since I last posted. Well done.


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