Last
Season's Demons
the
hour early heavy clouds hang in the sky
the
land as far as I can see quiet
perhaps
all are still sleeping the TV on
canned
laughter fills the air escape to quiet
the
noise drains from my ears a tree shaded lane
my
favorite sometimes hard to find i
return in memory
walk
in my element in the quiet shade demons drop away
kick
golden
leaves the trees bare winter on the way
my
theory is it is the transformation the white of winter
nothing
is as it was in a very short time a wonderland
appears
appears
I
wonder... are last seasons demons still hidden there
October 24, 2015
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Sleep
sleep so valuable a
commodity we don't know until it evades us
each night i drag
myself to bed my eyes fly open
stare into the
darkness of my room i enter my own oubliette
bone tired it has
become a mania the morning finds me
still wearing the
same face eyes wide open i touch myself
wondering if i am
dreaming it is morning and maybe i am asleep
there is a little
rattle in the corner of the room perhaps a mouse is waking
after a long night's
sleep i would like to smite the demon that steals my sleep
i search for an
orange melon to carve into a jack-o-lantern i'll put a candle in it
to scare away
the one who steals my sleep i've tried every trick
perhaps a bit of
vanilla cake or chocolate would keep him at bay
October 25,
2015
19 comments:
Are last season's demons still hidden there...well penned.
wonderful and interesting.
ZQ
Oh those demons that keep us awake at night.. I hope Ol' Jack can give you some sleep..
I really feel the first poem - can see the frozen landscape, am struck by "are last season's demons still hidden there?" under the pristine snow. Your second poem really resonates - those nights when the eyes will not close - I like the idea of carving a jack o lantern to fend off the demons........as good a method as any, LOL.
I love the different combinations of words and phrases this format spills. :)
The eternal question if the last demons still linger on hidden behind the shadows.. excellent poem!
what a unique way of writing poetry! i will have to try this.
Two superb poems....oh I have had sleep evade me too many times.....I do adore your thoughts in the first poem as well. I think maybe those demons are washed away by the cold and fresh snow.
Love the both stories. First filled me with wonder too - are last seasons demons return.....and second written in such ironical way about insomnia probably familiar to all more or less...'orange melon' - good idea!
Arresting ideas – last season's demons, and the one who steals your sleep. May your beautiful poems be your protective magic!
Both poems were outstanding Annell. Better to eat the cake yourself rather than leave it for the demons...or mice. Sadly the demons are in our minds and always play with us at night.
I like both of them. And yes, I see what you mean about heading down similar paths. I experienced the second one just last night. And I doubt vanilla cake would do much good.
Elizabeth
Ah, winter does change the view outside, doesn't it? It can bury or uncover.....and, oh those demons probably live on.
the view is powerful and well crafted.
Sometimes we have the energy to change the dark forces and thoughts..other times we can become stuck in there (for a awhile at least)...i like how each piece examines the sense of carrying on in a challenging world from two different vantage points maybe? Each familiar and relatable xo
I totally relate to that second one!
Love this, as I have felt it: "the noise drains from my ears"
I think the demons may be there until we bang all of our pots and pans at new year's day. Of course, Halloween is a pagan new year and that might work as well. I've never banged the pots then, but I have prayed for deepest clarity and blessing.
love your red wolf stuff.
nice.
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