In the cool of a summer night,
sleep finally comes.
Oblivion for a few short hours.
Too soon the mind wakes; struggles with life.
Prose wishes to break free.
Sentences struggle for completeness.
References and words float on the air.
Mind’s eye holds a crystal,
considering its complexity,
Turn the thought over.
To hold the world in your hand.
The scene that follows won’t come.
Struggling for completeness,
Air flows cooling the soul.
The mind rests,
yet it struggles with the thought,
the image that wishes to be found.
Gaze at the crystal again,
On the wind the voice is heard,
but in the mind a glass wall prevents hearing.
Mumbled words, a phase starts,
“Gaze into the crystal and see … “
Frustration as the words will not flow.
The cool air brings relief and
lulls the mind to sleep.
Thoughts fade to sleep,
reviving the weary soul.
Sleep gently lays to rest and,
lets the thought lay incomplete,
nurturing the imagination.
Play the scene again,
Gaze into the crystal and what do you see?
This poem is a revision of one I wrote a couple of years ago and this time I’ve included a recording of me reading it. Over the last year, I’ve been finding that reading my poems aloud helps me write better poetry. The act of speaking the words forces the work through different pathways in the mind and you see and feel thing differently. Going to the poetry reading group has really brought this home for me.
It’s a bit time consuming to do the recording, but I hope to do more of this.
I am spending almost all of my writing time finishing my prostate cancer poetry book and hope to start the publication process soon.
Till next week,