Sunday, February 23, 2014

Poet's Sleep


Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn


muted shades of indigo 
periwinkle infiltrate, clutter
his mind, smother his voice

abandoning all hope 
he slips deeper, deeper
into an endless poet's slumber



29 comments:

  1. hey i am about to slip there myself....smiles.
    sleep well...

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  2. I am now craving my pillow and my blanket of stars! Night Helen-sweet dreams!

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  3. Just beautiful. I am dealing, after a week of caring for a sick grandchild, with (guess what) being sick, myself – and falling asleep in a different head-space than I usually do, with my mind floating and landing here and there. And this poem, for me, as I head off to bed right now: perfect. (And, once again, a great graphic.)

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  4. Sleep . . . sooooo much easier than writin' poetry.

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  5. Skilled writing and smartly enjoyable.

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  6. A dream of a post! LOL Wish peaceful slumber came more often, speaking personally...

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  7. And when tou sleep, your Soul awakes and speaks to you in the nightly phantasmagoria of dreams ( imaged poems ) , cheers Helen

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  8. the words are nicely crafted like the art work....ah a peaceful slumber is what we all need ......

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  9. The thought of deafening silence... so rarely can you have it.. Last time was probably when I slept in a tent in the mountain in winter... snow can extinguish all snow.

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  10. Shall I sing you a lullaby, Helen? :-)

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  11. I'm sure my poetic self is lost in indigo slumber more often than not these days.

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  12. excellent Helen! Makes me want to go take a nap! Cheers!

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  13. Often slumber doesn't come until the words get out, but sometimes amazing ideas are born in our dreams. Nice capture.

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  14. Hey, I am falling asleep now, smiles ~

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  15. Even if the pictures were absent, you caught the moment when the mind goes into that state of rest, and then creation can take place. Lovely.

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  16. smothering - hmmmm. be careful with that pillow! :) ~

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  17. As I look at your other comments, I wonder if the word "endless" in the poem struck no one else as suggesting death?

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  18. This slumber seems a bit ominous! But it's blues are beautiful. K. Manicddaily

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  19. I wouldn't mind dreaming in indigo and periwinkle!

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  20. Once again you have given us a delicious taste of your awesome writing.

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  21. I also love to fall in a deep slumber...away from problems and everything. That's how most animals survive.

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  22. Oh, I could use that kind of rest about now. Too many late nights. Lovely, Helen!

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  23. Beautifully done! Oh, what I'd give for even half a slumber!

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  24. Just popped to ask you out but found you asleep. you have a nice way with words, Woonie. XX

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  25. Oh, it is time to glide into the blue...so pretty and calm! I love this

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  26. Love the colors you did! Sleep well, Helen!

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