Gently dragging the finger, gratify the scripture,
Receded but not lost.
Traipsing nostalgia's views, vicissitude often skews,
From reflections that wisdom had sought.
Weathered hands of scribe's profession,
Embrace luminance within its fiction.
Inadequate comfort, hollow in tone,
Statues turned malform effigies.
Of revenue without nourishment;
A lullaby becomes a eulogy.
Decadence perennial, existence that only ruptures.
Rived bonds, calescent verse;
For that, this Orb suffers.
Dementia acuminates, senses deafen,
Hieroglyphs comprise the wall.
Foreign in language, nebulous inception;
Yearning to be recalled.
This slumber implores to halt the process by which it thinks.
Voices overlap, armistice out of question,
Sanity thrown to the brink.
Wearied spirit, inanimate life,
"They" tire of counting sheep.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hey friends, good to see you. Lemme know what you guys think about this. It was written last night when I was deprived of sleep, thus the theme and title. I decided to add a small glossary here in the comment section for words people might not understand. Lemme know if it helps! - Gratify - give satisfaction to- Traipse - walk- Vicissitude - change/fluctuation- Effigy - a representation of a hated person- Eulogy - a work of literature presented upon death- Decadence - decay or decomposition - Perennial - eternal, continuing without end- Rive - to sever- Calescent - to grow warmer, igneous- Acuminate - to sharpen to a curved/sloped point- Nebulous - not clear, vague- Armistice - an agreement between two warring parties to stop fighting temporarily
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Ooooh - I can relate to this when counting sheep fails and words take centre stage - A fine poetic example of maklng the best of sleepless hours Nicholas -
Thank you Fay.
I am the eternal insomniac I fear, and so I very much related! Great write! Best way to make use of being awake whilst the world lies in slumber! 🙂
Indeed! haha, thanks!
Hi Nicholas, great write. Night is a good time for me to write and I could see myself doing what you did. Great inspiration. Instead of count sheeps I whatch my sleep. It is like tricking myself saying; I don't want to sleep and concentrate on being awake. It makes me tired and sleep faster. I prefer you awake and writing though. Thanks
Thanks very much, it means a lot to me.
Wow.....
😀
Wow I hate emotes... sheesh
Haha, the first one was more than enough. My mind can do wonders with just the smile of a face.
I grinned a bit, indeed. If you like the poem then I'm glad. haha
Loved how hard you made me work, I'm going to have to wait for someone to help me hear the words though.
How hard I made you work? Lol. What's that mean?
Finding out new words and meanings, then having to put them in context to how my brain can understand it.
Guess you just gave me a upgrade lol
Did I? Well hot dog, I'm pretty cool. haha.
But in all seriousness, that's why I'm here. To finally get my work read, and to inspire and be inspired.
Diggity dog... as this just fired of a new one and I've only just finished one that came to me 30 minutes ago. Not sure I can keep up with this.... Wait, yes I can.
Not sure when I'll get it out but it will be called decoding, my brain has actually already finished it : I've got to go now as it's pass 1am and I should go try counting sheep
Hope that reads OK too
Haha, it does. Night man.
Whoa, I never read a poem so educational. Tyfs! The poem was deep and yet shown in it, poetry. Very unique and a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing again and for posting the info in your note. 🙂
Very welcome sir. Thank you for the comment, and I'm glad you enjoyed!
My pleasure
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