I opened a book
To dance with the words
The contrast of outline
The flow of conjunctions
An output of meaning
Dripping into my eyes
Sinking into my thoughts
Moistening my ideas
Powered by an enigma
The desire to know
That puzzled the lines
And pledged to the uncertain
Making me feel tired
And making me feel sleepy
It touched my eyes softly
Blinking ever slower
Invited by silence
To mislay the sight
Defocused by prints
And give in to darkness
A patient guest waiting
To meet me in dreams
And tell me a secret
In wraithlike imaginary
As if suddenly emerging
From a friendly distant world
Tickled by moving light
My eyes were then open
The sun half way lit
Across the horizon
I tried but could not tell
Was it rising or falling?
Hazily amused
By such vast disconnection
Glimpsing the hour
Time still moved forwards
Grabbing hold of my book
My soul felt refueled
I opened it up
To see where I had stopped
To dance with the words
The contrast of outline
The flow of conjunctions
An output of meaning
Dripping into my eyes
Sinking into my thoughts
Moistening my ideas
Powered by an enigma
The desire to know
That puzzled the lines
And pledged to the uncertain
Making me feel tired
And making me feel sleepy
It touched my eyes softly
Blinking ever slower
Invited by silence
To mislay the sight
Defocused by prints
And give in to darkness
A patient guest waiting
To meet me in dreams
And tell me a secret
In wraithlike imaginary
As if suddenly emerging
From a friendly distant world
Tickled by moving light
My eyes were then open
The sun half way lit
Across the horizon
I tried but could not tell
Was it rising or falling?
Hazily amused
By such vast disconnection
Glimpsing the hour
Time still moved forwards
Grabbing hold of my book
My soul felt refueled
I opened it up
To see where I had stopped
10 comments:
A good telling of the half-closed book.
Vivid description of a few moments in time. Love your choice of subject!
yes I like dancing with the words in a book too. I like the dancing rhythm to your words in this.
how many times i have a awakened mid sentence, head for a necklace... lost in slumber... never even knowing i was gone....
Hey, thanks for everyone’s comments! It happens to me all the time, and it’s always so weird the way my mind starts to get cloudy that I thought it deserved some poetry.
I get this kind of feeling when I read a romance novel.
Wow, this is very powerful, nicely done. The rhythm in this poem is nice, I read it aloud to myself. I will be back around your blog for sure.
This is fantastic and I can totally relate to it! And I love how you couldn't tell if the sun was rising or falling -- this made me smile.
:)
A novel idea and told in fine words - I can feel the mood.
You described this feeling so perfectly...that moment when your mind slips temporarily and you get distracted from your book. Very good write - thank you for sharing!
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