goldenlangur Posted May 14, 2009 Share Posted May 14, 2009 Sleep (Prose Poem) One face, two sides – the first, slovenly asleep, the other, wakeful and watching. Both are seemingly inert. The sky bled tonight and the sun afraid of a ‘wrongful arrest’ slipped behind the ridge but the clouds’ red entrails trailed the sun’s ‘footprints’ in the west. The moon aghast, held her breath, summoned all her powers to silver the mess. But all is not quiet. The clock ticks, tocks, cars moan, screech and carry on. 100 years of the monarchy – headlines of the past few weeks skid around and then a thought: On our New Year’s Day, elections in Pakistan! A new era? Lark Ascending – is that a poem? A song? No, it’s music! Who’s the composer? Perhaps I could google. Sleep, a dream. goldenlangur 27.1.8 Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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