Gershon Wolf Poet Imagism

Slumber Stalks Him

His head droops
listless mid-day
Waves of heat
Collar damp
shirt clings
Seconds drag
Minutes, eternities
Knees rain perspiration
Rivulets of sweat 
in between the lines
His pen, heavy
ink drains
eyelids heavy
slumber stalks him

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Caren Krutsinger July 10, 2019 at 8:10 PM I am so picturing Hemingway here, no idea why. Gershon Wolf July 11, 2019 at 11:16 AM For whom the Bell Tolls, perhaps?! :) gw

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 9, 2019 at 10:28 PM Is this about what I think it's about? ;) Enjoyed either way. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 10, 2019 at 7:48 PM OH! You just reminded me of a short story I read aeons ago, a tribe, hunting the predator that stalks them every night... Sleep. ;p, Gershon Wolf July 10, 2019 at 9:10 AM Keep your eyes focused straight ahead. Don't look behind you or over either shoulder.... Either way, I guess. :) gw