Sleep's Acres.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Sleep's Acres..

 

Dawn hangs on the trees, force slivers floorward,
slips into sleep's acres,
turns shade to tailgates of light over which rays
snipe at quiescence
before sunrise leaps in to move bleary dreamers
to wide-away doers.

Day breaks to bathe passive eyes in forewarning
for blindness precedes
flashes of conscious surrender to sight's inertia's
as sweet stupor
casts veils over seeing but breath catches gasps
when still becomes movement.

Ears mistake dozy whispers for proactive reality
when senses rouse
to feel Heaven's infinity ticking away more hours
making the richer
seconds remaining for flight's drowsy treasure as
night hooks day to its use.

Time to get up Dreamyhead, I suggest to myself.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2020 01:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: Posted in one form a while back and tweaked today to get a new slant on Sleep's Acres -- hope you enjoy.
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  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • Neville


    I have read and re-read these word several times and they are quite hypnotic.. not only the clean and comfortable familiarity of them, but the structure and form are quite mezmerizing .....zzzzz

  • L. B. Mek

    that last line is such a quirky twist - it anchors your chosen writing style and form to cultivate that 'sleep drunk' awareness effect, recreating the sluggishly blurry - dawning of reality, when the sleepiness finally clears,
    highly creative, really well thought-out

  • dusk arising

    Dreamyhead's delight before our eyes. Truly capturing the early waking to capture the dawn and slumber as 'rays snipe at quiesence' - a lovely line in itself.

    Waking as the natural world awakes before our sleepy eyes.

    Beyond my capabilities at the moment for shielding ha not only made me fatter and lazier but also broken the spring in my body clock. Dawn has become, for me, unfamiliar.

  • Goldfinch60

    Those dreams ending into reality in such a wonderful way shown in your words Fay.

    Andy



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