the race to redemption
can only by won
by singing
bone dried and bleary eyed
i walk through the forest of neversleep
dreams muted by sharp edged branch
and echoes of earthquake
on a horizon always curving
to the left
i am not lost
in the blue pooled darkness
and my feet are always moon bare
beneath the sky laced curtain
of shift and shadow’s
star-studded chemise
there are screams left behind
in cold footprints
and howls mirrored
trapped
in black ice
and the light that arrives
just to save me
from the corners
of brevity’s
night
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Linking in over at dVersePoets for Meeting the Bar, with a little rhythm.
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March 27th, 2014 at 2:48 pm
the forest of neversleep . . . so many of seem subject to its moonlit trails.
March 28th, 2014 at 8:15 am
a horizon always curving to the left…the moon bare feet..nice…screams always left behind in the footprints…, thank goodness for that light….
March 28th, 2014 at 3:05 pm
i just love the title… a poem in itself… def. time to sing… insomnia is tough…never tried to cure it with songs..
March 28th, 2014 at 4:07 pm
The insomnia can be seen in many ways.. there are certainly beauty that’s missed by those sleeping.. loved the first stanza… it just pulled me in.
March 28th, 2014 at 4:18 pm
I really enjoyed both the rhythms and imagery in this piece … the screams left behind in cold footprints is particularly strong.
March 28th, 2014 at 5:00 pm
I absolutely love how this flows!! Love your style!!
March 28th, 2014 at 10:36 pm
I like the forest of neversleep and that ending stanza, the saving light ~ Beautiful Kelly ~
March 29th, 2014 at 1:31 am
I like the haunting, dreamlike quality of this and your chosen word combinations: blue pooled darkness, sky laced curtain, howls mirrored…
I sense a chill but also hope.
March 29th, 2014 at 8:25 am
the forest of neversleep….very cool piece, Kelly.
March 29th, 2014 at 9:19 am
isn’t it something that a place of comfort in light becomes eerie in the night. Perhaps it’s the promise of a far away light that gives strength to search.