REVERIE.
Between sleep and wakefulness
hangs morning twilight.
A no-time and no-where place
whose stirring shards, like hardened ice
pierce warm languid sighs with cold.
Between dawn and reveille
lies reverie's need.
A dreamless and drowsy state
with ideas, which like motes fly unseen
to revoke sloth with short notice.
Between planes of rouse and retreat
yawns dawdle-dimension.
A pre-rise site of wait-machines
where doze re-uses slumber's intention
until liveliness takes control.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2019 01:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Re-posted an edited oldie today - hope you enjoy.
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Do you know what... I thought I recognised these words right from the very off.. That's the mark of a good poem, I reckon, if you can remember it the day after tomorrow, when ya spend so much time considering the words of others, you bet.. it's gonna be one of those rare good uns.... and Reverie, is no exception to that rule...... N
You are so kind with this impressive comment and you must have an exceptional memory too - - -I should think you have experience the time of reverie Neville and know that its then the Muse can use poets.................thank you a mile and more for your time in reading my words............... Fay
Pleased you reposted - that's the place where I am most of the time these days - in fact I think I'll go and have a lie down right away.
Ha ha - - I can never believe that with the talents with which you have been gifted MIchael - - glad you liked the repost my friend,
Are we all in a No-time Fay?
Excellent revision my friend
Excellent
Yes my friend we may well all be in the No-time - - - poets are often on cloud number nine - - thanks so much for your read and comment dear Andrew.
ANGELA HERE - Nearly Midnight here. Great day sailing in the BAY ! Spring has arrived 16C = 61F I love this sub-tropical Weather ! Brian & I have gone Chinese today TANG POETRY & 20th C Chinese Music - Enjoy !
CONFUSIUS He Say : *Old poems never die nor never fade away !* Love the mystic Pic an* Poem ! There is a time between Sleep & Wakefulness - Dawn & Reverie - Rouse & Retreat ! A time when often the Muse is at its most Active. I alway try to write down what my Muse dictates. Alas often when I am clothed & in my right mind I cant decipher a word of what Id thought Id written ! Some great poems TODAY - for a Saturday !
Blessings & Peace & Love
ANGELA & BRIAN
🧡 💙 🧡 💙 🧡
Ah I must look in again at that Tang Poetry - I had a quick read earlier and meant to go back for seconds - - yes you are having your time of Spring now Angela and we are experiencing a taste of Autumn with nights drawing in and the sun so mellow............. I am the same with the Muse making use of my reverie time and me having inspiration to write - but later like you I just loose the words - so sometimes I have to disturb my sleep to get down on paper the ideas for a poem......... sending my biggest of hugs to you both .......................... xxXXXxx Fay
Hello Fay,
A beautiful poem capturing the beauty of dreams.
Keep writing FineB
My thanks to you for your read and comment Fine B - - so pleased you enjoyed the words on Reverie.
Hello Fay,
A beautiful poem capturing the beauty of dreams.
Keep writing FineB
A fine write Fay.
Much appreciated are your read and comment my friend.
A beautiful write Fay!
Ah bless you Christina for dropping by and reading my words of Reverie........ the time between waking and sleep is so magical as I am sure you will agree.
Excellent. Oh so many times i meet my muse in the inbetween described here.
Yes it is just the right time for meeting the Muse this in-between wake and sleep - thanks so much D for stopping by for a read of my words on Reverie.
great write faye
Thanks a load Ron for your visit and read.
you`re welcome
Wonderful Fay, that liveliness is just the place to be between after a good slumber.
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