Until Sleep (or my lover) Takes Me by Lacy D PhillipsAwake, I lay dreaming and reading poetry, growing morose and damning my dry eyes and the hiccups that rob me of the dignity that I attribute as due to practioners of insomnia and poets who, instead of being moved by beauty in print, sink into sullen, covetous resentment... or regret that I have been a poet these many years of nights and my words are yet plain, undressed and unsightly. They more readily evoke common, cheap cotton sheets than they approach the accomplished polish that turns pages milled from pulp into the silky folds of a satin camisole as easy as teasing out my tangles with a stout comb. 07/10/2006 Author's Note: POTD 07/23/06
Posted on 07/10/2006 Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/23/06 at 04:57 PM Thought provoking reminder of how difficult it is at times to stay focused on the positives in our lives, and as poets, the words that inevitably follow. Congrats on POTD. |
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