April 8, 2013

  • The Cold Sleep

    For NPM I will be posting a few poems, both old and new.

    The Cold Sleep
      (A Rhyme)

    After Waking up from the cold sleep,
    not knowing the place I am,
    No sense can really tell me
    sunrise or sunset I’m in.

    After Waking up from the big sleep,
    unaware how long for me,
    Not knowing how old I am,
    how old would I think I’d be

    After Waking up from the long sleep,
    not knowing what house to use,
    When looking for my home place,
    which side of town would I choose

    After Waking up from the deep sleep,
    not knowing what race I’m in
    If I knew what time it was
    then when would the race begin

    After Waking up from the dark sleep,
    not knowing what job I do
    Blinded from the work I’ve done
    then what life would I pursue

    Before Slipping into the cold sleep
    knowing the man that I am
    Are there things I need to know?
    are there thoughts I must exam?

    DSS  (September 5, 2011)

    Only As One
     (A Thought)

    Words
    Thoughts into phrases
    hung together
    in lines indented
    only meaningful when read as one.

    Me
    Thoughts into actions
    hung together
    into a life indented
    only meaningful when accepted as one.

    DSS     (January 24, 2011)

Comments (5)

  • Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a sleep so powerful that when you wake up you get to start all over.

  • I love these,both. Powerul messages, well said – and in rhyme. You should write poetry more often, John.

    just saying…<3

  • @blonde_apocalypse - I thought of this after reading a quote from the baseball player Satchel Paige . He said “How old would you think you’d be if you didn’t know how old you were?”. After hearing that it wasn’t long until I by chance watched the movie “Memento”.

  • @SandraErickson - Geez Sandra! Thank you! For many years I wrote nothing but structured, metered, rhyming verse. But I’m always drawn back to Sandburg and to my real love of free verse. Most of my rhymers I wrote 30 years ago and sent them to my Mom, she got such a kick out of them. She read a lot of Edgar Guest  when he was popular in the newspaper ,  rhyming poems. 

  • @Iamsurrounded - Rhyme is neither my forte – nor preference, but you do it well.

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