The Voyage of Sleep

 

This bed my nightly raft to sail a thousand seas

descending into darkness the davit lowers me,

cast and swept, ripped and hauled beneath the waking world,

through silver blue translucent light some other plane unfurls.


Mirrored scales reflecting cool peaks of milky foam 

my cells mitosis multiply renewing then regrown,

from the healing of a timeless womb cocooned in vacant space

we come again though all to soon delivered from that place.       

 

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 15th Feb 2019 18:54

Thanks for the likes and comments folks, much appreciated.

I should re-record the audio as it seems to stumble just a little.

Anyway thanks again,

David.

poemagraphic

Fri 15th Feb 2019 10:19

… "my cells mitosis multiply renewing then regrown,"

In your audio version this line sounds so hypnotic. its almost hypnogogic.... which fits in with Rays comment somewhat.

I wish it was longer.

less is more I guess.

Po

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 15th Feb 2019 08:29

Thanks Ray,

I was reading passages from the old man and the sea and I had a very vivid dream about it, I suppose that summoned this somehow.

David.

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raypool

Thu 14th Feb 2019 22:22

It's intriguing to read of the balm and journey of sleep without a dream theme exactly David, which makes for a poem almost virginal in its reach. I like that a lot. As if the guts has been removed from Jonah making a floating womb.

It's great to hear proper nautical words like Davit (from David). Don't get me started now.

Ray

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