Christopher Grieves Poet Free verse

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4am

Gentle is the growl of the distant traffic.
The heat of the vanishing night
Tumbles through the wide inviting window 
As summer's last hoorah cascades
A tsunami of over-ripe heat
Across the surface of the dusty duvet
Where I lie
To suck the resistant moisture
From my pores
And simultaneously steal my sleep
The wild creatures are subdued.
Lucid thoughts crowd into
The sleepless void like
A second unwelcome visitor.
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Want to wrestle me into the world..
I reach for the ropes with hopes of
A friendly hand, to tag me back
Into the realm of unreality..
Gentle is the growl of the distant traffic.


Jinjagoliath
10th September 2023
4am

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Constance La France September 16, 2023 at 7:35 AM Christopher, excellent and exceptional writing, and the reading is remarkable. Now, this is how an audio should be done ! I love your voice. A Fav. Christopher Grieves September 17, 2023 at 3:26 AM Constance thank you, I needed the encouragement, so bless you x Those early morning hours are simultaneously the best and the worst ;)