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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
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| 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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