Karl Marszalowicz Poet Triolet

Rituals

I sleep with yawning windows
Under blankets of a coddling breeze
To ensure some honesty in God

I sleep with active lamps 
Where bulbous dreams can swell 
Un-shaded by the restraints of vanity

I sleep in the suit of a newborn admitting all 
My secrets divulged in prayer should I pass
So I may leave with the same purity I came in with 
 
I rise to partake in all while eyes are open 
 Knowing I can never miss a nuance
Until the daytime phoenix blinks

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Jslambert Mister Roboto July 25, 2014 at 7:21 AM this poem is very different than any I've ever heard. It has a bold ring to it that I appreciate.

Sandra Adams May 8, 2014 at 10:19 AM very unique wording and images, love the way you wove this poem...at night we sleep with peace and refresh...sometimes I wish days were as peaceful as night... nice write :)

Shadow Hamilton May 8, 2014 at 8:58 AM this is a wonderful pen Karl I love the feeling of peace in it ty for visiting my poem Whimsical Thoughts your comments much appreciated hugs

Kathryn Collins March 23, 2014 at 7:33 AM Dear Karl, to improve on this "I sleep with active lamps where bulbous dreams can swell" or even suggest would be ludicrous. Could those lamps be sleeping with open eyes? love, Kathy Karl Marszalowicz March 23, 2014 at 8:31 AM Its merely one of those mixed and thought stimulating unclear metaphors. I just mean the literal light bulb in the lamp to keep dangers away kind of thing,PLUS the light switch kind of idea being switched on in your head for ideas AND I know this is a stretch but R.E.M. sleep. It's ideal for me if people can take any or several things from my poetry.