Joshua Sobere Poet Free verse

Thatchedhut

And at dawn's 
Bow to dusk by 
Each day's end, 
She bedded in her 
Unwindowed Lonehut, 
Skinned of thatch,
That she too may sleep... 
She would shut her eyes, 
After shutting her door, 
For sleep that ever ignored 
Her crave.
For in her dreams, a thousand
Shadows chased her into the sea 
That steered directly at her thatchedhut. 
And in it, sharks, in their schools, would 
Expel her, and she would awaken and 
Rain would depart from her eyes to her 
Bed through the remainder of dusk 
Till dusk died down and dawn redawned. 
She unfastened her canoe by sunlight 
And sailed along with other fishers 
Who ever preached to her about her 
Beloved hut. 
But defying all, she ever returned to it. 
But unlike she couldn't afford anew one,
But because she just craved to... 
And one day she slept and her soul,
In the otherlyworld,
Noted that she had had enough sleep,
Moved to awaken but could not... 
Her friends, the fishers, well aware of 
Her long absence around and ashore, 
Made for her hut; force-opened its door, 
For being silent to their knocks, 
And what they saw was why 
Humans ever shake heads sideways at 
Sad-news and in sadness...

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