24 February 2014

Magpie Tales 208: Perchance to Sleep?

 

Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn via Magpie Tales

Memories outside the window grow,
Pasts like poppies abloom in the garden
Little death of sleep, Hypnos whispers,
I love the sound of breaking glass



Italicized phrase belongs to Nick Lowe, from his song of the same name. Resistance was futile.

16 comments:

  1. Sometimes our memories, dreams, are shattered.

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  2. And does the window glass fall inside, or out? That's the question...

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    1. Very kind of you to say so. Thank you.

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  4. Little death of sleep...oh that's delicious...

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  5. I like it, yes, I do..........and I never even noticed the broken windows!! *blush*

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  6. I love the last line. Thank you for sharing!

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    1. You are welcome. And thank you for reading.

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  7. Shattered glass like splintered memories.

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"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."


-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...