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Sleep Therapy
by Curt Allday------------------a context------------------------------
The violin is crying again
In the hallways and bedrooms
Each string a wound left open
Like the eyes of its occupants
Staring in silence at the blank ceiling
In the middle of the night.
They are witnessing the infinity of their dreams
Eclipsing a sudden cough, a light snore,
The roar of sleepiness rumbling through their cheek bones
With a last gasp of air, the shutters shutter, and
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In these minutes before everything becomes heavy,
There is precise revelation so often forgotten,
Amongst the scrambling thoughts for tomorrows big day,
While the minutes slip away and out between knuckles
Clenched white trying to keep it all under control.
If there is a purpose to any of this, it is never revealed in some testimony
But only through action, through miracle, through chance
As if dancing around like lightning bugs in a jar
With left over marmalade and holes in its lid
To allow the critters some air to breathe.
Where is our lid, where is our time,
When are we the image of love, when are we the rigors of selfishness,
When do we know when we have it right?
Oh, about that time,
In the middle of the night,
All alone, where we can only be
Dreaming, I guess. 04/24/2007 Author's Note: been stayin awake listening to this album by Andrew Bird, thinking about all these changes in my life and what they can mean- no idea where to go from here- maybe i shouldnt try to care and let the world happen to me.
Posted on 04/25/2007
Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/25/07 at 04:15 AM That's what I've been thinking, man. And I think you captured the thought pretty damn well. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/29/11 at 11:32 AM Great use of analogy. Sometimes life can be downright confusing! (I have found I can turn it all over to God in Christ!) We'll understand it better by and by.(From a gospel song). |
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