Poetry 101 Day 3: Sleep: “a world where our thoughts rule. . . Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form.”
The woman in Pat’s image for MLMM continues to haunt me, filling my dreams with her silent/silence/silenced voice. Or, perhaps I am hearing echoes of my own. “My name is Agnes,” she whispers, “Should you care to know.”*
caveat lector (reader beware): a poem of disquieting thoughts
the thread of
into my unquietus mind
voided space echoes
nightly voices slanking
whispering . . .
to let my
just above the floor
is like a feather bed
sleep forever is gentle
sleep forever is kind
sleep forever here is the silken rope
sleep forever is mine
* Enlarging the image of “Agnes” moves light into shadow and shadow into light. Agnes. Her death mask photograph mesmerizes me: beginning not end.
NOT PERSONAL SUICIDE IDEATION.
If you feel suicidal/have suicidal thoughts, call a crisis line or 911.
There are voices of hope. Voices of help.
This is an imagery poem. The prompt photograph, to me, suggests a different sort of sleep: