In fretful sleep I weightlessly drifted
hours beyond the sun's cosmic dominion
where I perceived the entire world shifted
ten degrees off course, in my opinion
I glimpsed violet glimmers of twilight
while I seemed to be suspended in time
Clocks ticked in synchrony during the night
Whispered words were uttered in perfect rhyme
High flowed the tide of moonlight's procuring
as I wrestled the sheets for serenity of sleep
I tossed and turned, while tiresomely enduring
the unyielding baas and mehs of leaping sheep
I surrendered, then tumbled from my bed
with listless body. My eyes, bloodshot red
September 12, 2020
A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
tiresomely, sleep,
Form: Sonnet
Tiresomely drinking coffee in the black mirror I wonder if I will ever catch up with this world
Categories:
tiresomely, allusion, humor, inspiration, introspection,
Form: Grook
sleeping souldly in my bed
awoken by a sudden storm
unable to sleep from there on in
i decide to walk to my window
peering out from my clear, glass perch
gazing out beyonds the clouds
thunder claps and lightning falls
illuminating my room for a split second
and the sound the thunder made
like a voice in the midnight sky
whispered to me secrets
and bestowed me with sleep
so yet again i tiresomely walked
back across the room into my bed
and as i lie, a sleeping child
my dreams fallow the storm
Categories:
tiresomely, me,
Form: I do not know?
I am the chaos
I am the song
I am the reverberation
portentous, specious
and tiresomely overlong
I am the creation
I am the spring
Deadening quiet trees
Gardening souls through corrupted space
I am the hours
I am the chill
Forfeiting drawn, crushed evenings
To fold an encouraging breath
Around my chaos
I am the solitude
I am the urn
Into which fastidious comcerns
Are continually poured
Evolving into resurrected dreams
I am the blessed
I am the scorned
From conspiratorial valleys
Of pastures worn
that breed and give hope to all
With a dew-drop melody I prolong
I am the life
the obstacle chaos breeds
And the eternal song
I am the sin
I am the hollow
an enveloping clarion of tainted vice
Preaching an undisclosed epitaph that communion binds
For I am the truth
And I will perpetually unwind.
Categories:
tiresomely, life, mystery, nature,
Form: Lyric