Matt Caliri Poet Free verse

How God Sleeps At Night

[To "answer" the poetic line, "how do you [referring to God] sleep at night?" used by an 
undisclosed poet...]

I first awaken the tambourines
Pour lemonade through my eyelids
Then wonker downstairs to
Daze upon my angels, free livestock-lovestock,
Who choose to roam the open perimeter of
Fencing patched with quilts and gaps
I made a muddle over month after month...
Wishing out our hallway lights I then 
Ascend to the bellhouse,
Silencing our tambourines
With quick and loving amazement.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 2, 2009 at 5:08 PM Interesting and poignant write, Matt, thoroughly enjoyed your version of God in His Heaven.. all's right with the World... keep at it .. Linda-Marie

Matt Caliri October 31, 2009 at 12:42 PM Did not mean this "reactionary poem" as an attack...am deeply sorry if the poet who wrote the line felt criticized. I was inspired, without judgement, by the writing. And for that I'm thankful. Please forgive me.

Matt Caliri October 30, 2009 at 2:00 PM First off I consider myself some sort of buddhist-catholic...and secondly God of course doesn't sleep...though at the same time, the idea of proposing what God does AT ALL is a bit preposterous. So asking how he sleeps opens up such an amazing door of absurdities and possibilities. Which puts you at play with your subject and, hopefully, opens up your writing.

Carrie Richards October 30, 2009 at 8:25 AM What a profound comeback....an answer to such a provative question. Wow!

Sara Kendrick October 30, 2009 at 5:15 AM Love the metaphors and humor but God never slumbers or sleeps he never grows weary. Jesus grew weary and he slept because of the human side of him. God is weeping over man that he made that has rejected him and runs hastily after sin. Your gifted keep writing. Sara