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ma miller
Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806


0 posted 2000-07-11 01:50 PM


LET SLEEP WIN ...

Come with me to a place I know;
Where no person dare rudely intervene.
By all means, intervene, but not rudely;
Please, excuse yourself before crashing my dreams.

Where white is almost black and blacker almost blackest;
Color is without form 'til gathered in bouquets.
Flowers of my dreams to harvest in any season;
Stand away so far, yet their brilliance smacks of scent.

Where high is almost low and lower almost lowest;
Space is without gravity 'til amassed in orderly spheres.
Stars of my dreams to drop in my pockets like trinkets;
Look closer still, yet their shine wears nevermore.

Where long is almost short and shorter almost shortest;
Distance is without measure 'til the tape we break.
Races of my dreams to run and be forever's winner;
Speed away so fast, yet their start returns my vigor.

Where deserts are almost wet and wetter almost wettest;
Rain is without a drop 'til heavy cloud does weep its tears.
Rivers of my dreams to swim, as though flying fish awing;
Sail on ocean's spray, yet their waves become as one.

Where hard is almost soft and softer almost softest;
Silk is without allure 'til sewn by passion's hands.
Fantasies of my dreams to fulfill ecstasy's prospects;
Fabric so real, yet their weave be of love's promise.

By all means, intervene, but not rudely;
Please, excuse yourself before crashing my dreams.
But to my wake, send not dream's invitation;
For my sake, let sleep win this confrontation.


M.A. Miller
06.27.00

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Sudhir Iyer
Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
1 posted 2000-07-11 02:44 PM


MA Miller,
With poems such as these, why stop, why not pour it all out....

This is great work, each poem I read, I am more impressed...

Excellent imagery, and nice flowing style of writing...

regards, sudhir

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee,
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

- John Donne

Mark Bohannan
Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269
In the winds of Cherokee song
2 posted 2000-07-11 02:45 PM


Come with me to a place I know;
Where no person dare rudely intervene.
By all means, intervene, but not rudely;
Please, excuse yourself before crashing my dreams.

Such a great start you are off to.  Love the way this one starts out.

ma miller
Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806

3 posted 2000-07-11 02:50 PM


Thanks Sudhir and Mark ... I'm enjoying your work immensely as well ... I just don't want to (excuse the phrase) "shoot my wad" all at once here ...
Janet Marie
Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554

4 posted 2000-07-11 03:38 PM


LOL (shoot wad)        LOL

ahhem..now to the poem
(you shouldnt distract a girl like that) LOL

"Where deserts are almost wet and wetter almost wettest;
Rain is without a drop 'til heavy cloud does weep its tears.
Rivers of my dreams to swim, as though flying fish awing;
Sail on ocean's spray, yet their waves become as one.

Where hard is almost soft and softer almost softest;
Silk is without allure 'til sewn by passion's hands.
Fantasies of my dreams to fulfill ecstasy's prospects;
Fabric so real, yet their weave be of love's promise.

By all means, intervene, but not rudely;
Please, excuse yourself before crashing my dreams.
But to my wake, send not dream's invitation;
For my sake, let sleep win this confrontation."

wow this is a very cool poem
very unique...creative...
so much expression and depth
very well written and thought thru...
this poem gives me serious poet envy ...
POET ENVY...not to be confused with another
kind of envy
LOL LOL(sorry couldnt resist after your joke  

suberb writing MA...now pace your self hon
we dont wanna wear you out on your first day
*smile*
later-gator
jm




I think I could need - this in my life
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
there's a little bit of something me
In everything in you
MB20

ma miller
Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806

5 posted 2000-07-11 03:41 PM


Thanks JM ... I will heed your advice ... More to come another day (much more) ...
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