Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn
Courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2014/02/mag-208.html
Inspiration does not come
Easily
When the Muse sleeps
I
Lay down my head
Closing my heavy lids
Hoping
That she will awake
The
Slumber in me
Outside of my window
Staring
Closely in at me
Dancing
Flowers imitating skulls
Blessed peace must come
Surely
To colour out the
Images
Of killing fields
Barbara M Lake
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Trinidad WI
February 2014
Dark and deep
ReplyDeleteNot sure why my poetry tends to be on the dark side. It was the skulls that did it this time....
DeleteI liked the comparison of "the killing fields" with inspiration.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteThose last three lines pack a punch.
ReplyDeleteYes they frighten me too!
DeleteChilling. And beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI saw something chilling. The killing fields of Cambodia
DeleteYou found a sinister side to an apparently peaceful image...
ReplyDeleteCambodia came to mind when I saw the photograph.
Deletevery sinister indeed. well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathe. I saw the field before I saw the sleeping poet.
DeleteIt's never wise to let our muse sleep, not ever!
ReplyDeleteSee Tess's comment further down. She says they need to sleep sometimes!
DeleteOo, I think I'd plant different flowers!
ReplyDeleteMe too .....
DeleteAh. That last verse says it all.
ReplyDeleteGruesome...!
DeleteI am desperately attempting not to let my muse sleep. It's tough indeed. Beautiful imagery
ReplyDeleteThank you. You caught it perfectly in your Magpie.
DeleteEven a muse needs some sleep...
ReplyDeleteNot so that's it's permanently dead to the world though!!
DeleteVery intense poem for an intense image to escape.
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