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Now I lay me down to sleep
with the satisfaction
that I've dotted all the Is,
crossed off all the Ts;
and I've checked all the boxes
on the accomplishments
of the day. So I bury my head
on the pillow with gratitude,
anticipating the dawn of a new day.
Today is done. I'm free now;
untethered from woven tapestries
of what-might-have-beens.
I have piece of mind.
I've resigned from gnawing
preoccupations of unmet
prospects and unseized moments.
Those I'll hold in abeyance.
I lay me down to sleep tonight
with a prayer that tomorrow
will be a better day, a brighter day.
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Date written: 01/25/2021
Inspired by "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a leaf that falls,
unmourned, to the distant ground
I paused when I heard a far bird's calls
Magic I'd missed looking down--
royal Autumn leaves danced in gold and red.
This must be where my lonely heart has led.
Opened my eyes to this spellbound place,
and breathed air perfumed by pine.
Then sat near blossom with smiling face,
feeling thoughts and heart align.
I watched grass spinning beneath a tall oak;
heard whispered promises breeze softly spoke.
Head full of dreams, I wandered along
paths worn by many steps before.
Mountain larks welcomed me with a song,
I spied lilacs, bluebells, and more.
Around each corner, surprises await.
I feel my loneliness start to abate.
I happen upon a wayward creek,
sit and watch her bouncing spray,
Bubbling with laughter, just what I seek--
hidden by an oak overlay.
Untethered nature met unquiet heart.
Now I burst with song; can't tell us apart!
September 18,2022
for "I Wandered Lonely As A..." contest
by Natasha L. Scragg
Third Place
Poem of the Week
Untethered to this earth, I am a bird.
I’m winging and I’m singing in the sky.
How glorious this feels, but I’m not heard!
I wish for all to know my joy. I fly
back to the nest upon the blossomed tree,
where blissfully I let my voice resound.
There are so many things that I could be!
By merely thinking it, I now am found
in water, and a dolphin I’ve become!
With glee, I’m moving free. Bright flashes are
sea creatures drifting past me. I succumb
to pure enchantment. Then I see a star!
Out from the sea in my OWN skin I lift
as up… up…. toward night’s first bright star I drift.
Feb. 23, 2021 -
NA for Imagine A Freedom Beyond Imagination Contest Judged 2/25/21
For the Na Poem From A February 2021 Judged Contest - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
They say youth is but momentary,
An emotional journey, a fleeting mirage,
Where uncharted waters are a treat not a foil
Tempered only by fates willful barrage.
But as time marches on and life settles in
with a rhythm well known and rehearsed,
A mixture of joy, tedium and tears
To the beat of our life we're soon versed.
The rest is a blur of dates and events
Where memories bloom and then fade,
Countless seasons merge into one
As the years rush by on parade.
Then one day we awake from the stupor that was,
Look in the mirror intrigued yet resigned,
Gazing intently at the reflection so stark
Bewildered at lines so defined.
Yet there's a glimmer of light in our eyes,
A developing smile on lips pursed so long,
Older and weathered well may we be,
But we're finally free if a little less strong.
To those that say youth is an absolute
Once lost never regained,
That notion insidious and barely skin deep,
For we know it’s the mind where youth is ordained.
So let this new chapter blossom and thrive
As we commence our journey anew,
Untethered from work and most burdens of life
We embrace simple joys to our spirit renew.
Winged Zebra
Winged zebra dining on pure succulence,
beauty’s wanton need for satisfaction,
fulfillment of the blossoms scented craving
flowering nectar draped in golden orange.
What winds of chance have lifted your
frail wings, decreased the distance,
instinct slowly rising to a fevered need.
There was something about the way she moved
as if she glided - untethered - floated
through the chaos of a crowded room.
All eyes drifted, captured by her unintentional
beauty, mesmerized by the magic of such
effervescent energy.
She alit, soft cape draping her shoulders,
touched me for but a moment (as if to
fill a need) leaving me the better for
her passing, ever to dream
of her weightless wonder.
John G. Lawless
5/8/2015
Inside my head a hundred random words and thoughts race
to ask the question to rhyme or not to rhyme
and then a brief passing thought
is entertained of writing for a contest
while within my untethered brain
I wonder
why, why should I?
I am not an old poet,
just been around a while
long enough to see history's repeats.
Now, Cicero, Longfellow, Whitman, Wordsworth,
just to name a few,
they were old poets with prolific thoughts and insights.
We just see through our hearts and cast tears
at the woes and sorrows of the world,
Then laugh and giggle at more simpler things
and formulate a rhyme of words at amazing life
As love clutches at our breasts
and pours emotional poetic verse.
No, I am not an old poet
but inside my head I am an echo of their souls.
I often wonder ~ ~
What would you think if only you knew
my heart flutters at the thought of kissing you.
I get lost in wishful reveries of what could be
until I come to grips with the sad reality ~ ~
You have never looked at me
as anything more than a friend.
I don't think you ever notice little things,
like how often I quickly look away
when your eyes meet mine ~ ~
or the blush that colors my cheeks
each time you come near.
When you smile, shadows seem to disappear
I hear your laughter and begin to shiver ~ ~
knowing I would quiver at your slightest touch.
A sigh escapes my lips at the thought of it.
I long to have you whisper in my ear
endearing words uttered in passion's breath.
Those I often dream of hearing ~ ~
Intimate things, spoken in throes of love.
If wishes could quench my thirst for you
I would be eternally drunk on requests.
My hunger well-sated by ardent feasting
upon a banquet of untethered desires.
If only you knew how much I want you,
would it cause you fear and grief?
Or is there a chance you'd be relieved
that I was the one who opened that door?
If you looked deeply into my eyes
and neither of us turned away ~ ~
would you see my fear in confessing my love
and would you wipe away my tears?
Still I wonder ~ ~
What would you do, if only I would tell you
What would you say, if only you knew ~ ~
October 25, 2020 ~
If Only You Knew ~ ~
Sponsor: Silent One ~
Then a cloud came, casting a shadow over them; then from the cloud came a voice, “This is my beloved Son. Listen to him”. Mark 9:7
In the transfiguration, Christ’s clothe become dazzling White, and He speaks with Moses and Elijah. He communicates with prophets untethered from space and time as though He were revealing His coming so they could go back in time and proclaim it.
And if the apostles had any further question of Christ’s divinity after this display, the voice of God announces, “This is my Son”. The apostles want to erect a shrine and maintain, but as with so many holy visions, the transfiguration lasts only moments.
In the aftermath, there is Jesus, only Jesus-and He command to listen to Him.
Elizabeth Duffy
The cock also sweat
Sweating beneath the undaunted hair
Though unseen, untethered
Unnoticed yet vulnerable.
The male lion also weep
Weeping gently and silently
With insignificant traces
Though galloping and parading
In confidence which left creatures
Marvelled and tender.
The virile also feels
They also go through pains
Pains seen and unseen
Though eye catching faces
And beautiful faces are worn over
Should the Bull go begging when in awe of death?
Should the mighty cry ?
Should the Cheetah crawl ?
Should the Tiger be afraid?
In street, the virile is left alone
Detached, chastened and stranded
Moving to and fro
But no place to call home.
Even when he wants to be known
And cherished, he is deprived.
Should humanity be switched?
Even when switched, will he be known ?
Will he be recognized?
Or will he be appreciated?
He is all alone
Longing to overcome
Though no hope of winning
But hanging on till the driver arrives
And all is left behind.
MY DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
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untethered, silver cord, unseen,
no gravity holding me down~
released into the velvet night,
wisp of smoke above sleeping earth.
I drift and ascend
earth, a swirling blue marble,
mottled canvas of greens and browns
below, my life, a minute play.
houses shrink to scattered dice
cars like ants on endless trails
lives lived at frantic pace
tiny figures moving,
unaware of my drifting gaze.
ethereal realm reveals…what?
death or a simple shedding,
peeling away of earthly skin
leaving only the soul?
is this the space between thoughts?
is this waking or, deeper yet,
a Russian doll of verity?
search for hand to pull me back.
listen for voice to call my name.
find only loneliness.
is this drifting the only truth:
life is a dream dreamt while dreaming.