Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Nap

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 With apologies to Dylan Thomas. His poem is much better and much more serious than mine.

Do not go gentle into that good nap,
Babies should burn and rave at onset of sleep;
Rage, rage against the swaddled wrap

Though wise parents know the cradle trap,
Like a conspiracy leads to slumber deep,
Babies still do not go gentle into that good nap.

For when sleepy eyes close, a cry:  Recap!
Their frail frames squall and flail and leap.
Raging, raging against the swaddled wrap.

Wild babies caught in soporific blanket scraps,
Learn too soon to wail and weep;
They do not go gentle into that good nap.

Drowsy babes, near sleep, still court mishap
With groans, laments, and fretful peeps,
Rage, rage against the swaddled wrap.

And you, my babe, upon my lap,
An impassioned, wakeful heap.
You do not go gentle into that good nap.
Raging, raging against the swaddled wrap.

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Unseen Ember

Photo by Stacey Gabrielle Koenitz Rozells on Unsplash

somewhere in the night

through the misty gloom

an unseen ember scintillates

wandering ghostlike

there comes a soundless tune

somewhere in the night

buried in ashes something quakes

nearly ready to fly the coup

the reddened ember scintillates

until at last the winged guide

bursts forth with mighty swoosh

somewhere in the night

hope filled serenades

sparkle like tiny crystal cubes

while reddened feathers scintillate

through every field of strife

turn upwards to the heavens

somewhere in the night

the blazing phoenix scintillates

Written for dVerse.

Land Dreams

as the earth quakes and stirs

turning over in the night

dreams rousing from the blurs

pulling close a sea of blanket furs

spluttering in departing twilight

as the earth quakes and stirs

against the day’s saboteurs

blades of crackling light

sending dreams into blurs

the cycle whistles and whirs

silver beams to golden sight

As the earth quakes and stirs

the dawn chorus confers

wrens and finches take flight

fizzy dreams tumbling into blurs

As the earth quakes and stirs

Written for dVerse

Sister poem written by my friend Sarah can be found here.

Fairy Vale

for the Honeybee

While wondering through a fairy vale

Sunlight splintered by the pines

Fairies led me down their secret trail

Fairies flew through the trailing vines

I watched the dance from shady bough

Sunlight splintered by the pines

Standing on the mountain’s brow

Sheltered in the valley’s clasp

I watched the dance from shady bough

I heard their silver songs and my own gasp

Among the fruits and flowers they called me friend

Sheltered in the valley’s clasp

With a thousand sights that cannot be penned

I walked there a year or more I cannot tell

Among the fruits and flowers they called me friend

I had no wish to wake from their spell

I walked there a year or more I cannot tell

While wondering through a fairy vale

Fairies led me down their secret trail

Crochet

for dVerse
and Magpie Tale 151

An elegant tangle is wrought
from soft yarn twisted into
a delicate kind of knot.

Before beginning; careful thought:
wool or cotton, from which jeweled hue
will an elegant tangle be wrought?

Across the fingers keeping taut
and loose; the yarn glides through
to make a delicate kind of knot.

First stitch: hook and slipknot
pull through, a rhythm of redo, redo
thus is an elegant tangle wrought.

Loop and pull; again; it’s caught
between hook and hand anew
crafting a delicate kind of knot.

Forming something from naught
is an ancient joy made new
from which an elegant tangle is wrought
becoming a delicate kind of knot.