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Acquiesce
by Mary Ellen Smith
For a little while I slept
And found me in my sleeping, wept.
But stayed my eyes refusing light
Even with the days invite.
Naught could take me from my bed.
For now the pillow keeps my head.
This sleepy down, this feathered sky
Holds my thoughts, and thinking, I
Decide just now to hold on tight
to what was dreamt deep in the night.
But oh! The beauty, perfect dawn
I acquiesce, and rising, yawn.
08/13/2005 Posted on 08/13/2005
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/13/05 at 11:54 PM I know the feeling... especially after these late nights I have been keeping lately... too bad those dreams disappear all too soon sometimes. I like the rhymes, a delight to read. Do not wake too soon from the weeping, lest you loose the fruit of sleeping. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/14/05 at 12:53 AM Lovely! Probably we all have felt this way more than once! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/14/05 at 11:46 AM one cannot help but acquiesce to your slendiferous imagery and rhyming, it is a wily and nimbly articulated and crafted and honed thread and pushed through our needling. |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 08/14/05 at 01:25 PM Absolutely lovely, Mary Ellen. Very lyrical, slightly "archaic" (in a good way) language, perfect couplets, and a well-turned sentiment. My only critique is the extra beat in the next-to-last line, which is easily fixed if you drop "this".... d:-) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/17/05 at 04:18 AM You have written of my awakening this morning
Mar. Fun poem...Charlie |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/27/05 at 01:44 PM Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh I do like this!!! Very Much! It makes me feel like smiling deep down inside! |
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