beneath linen and feathers I lay
cradled in that bosom of mystery
the twilight hours before awakening
visions and moods captives
to the spin of darkness' reality
alien forces leading my path
it is in that place, in that time
when at last rest, tranquility find me
slave to the preceding hours when
fitful restlessness stole the sleep from me
now every part of my being knows
the tranquility of dominant peace
why, why, why must I nightly wrestle
in the arena of the thieves of renewal
do they reside within my pillow feathers
or rest they in the darkness of my mind
where demons and tranquility do battle
oh that I could erase the nights
save the hours when twilight rescues me
Sheila
Wonderful homage to one of the greats.
The written word lingers long after the writer has departed.
Walt
No surprise that John Flanagan inspired. Just finished reading a fantastic poem that he wrote. Already forgot the title {duh}. Irish word that was new to me. Need to go back and reread.
Thank you for sharing this.
Admiringly,
'Pea'
John Flanagan is such a wonderful poet & a wonderful literary expressionist I can see how you are inspired by his work & within your poem "Twilight Rescue" are the insomnia invaders deeply moving with emotions of this restlessness...and I also love the feeling just before waking...so serene & calm perfections
Peace & Blessings
Vickie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ron
Your inspired work captures that fitfull restlessness experienced
by so many of us. Congratulations. -gene.
Much peace and love dear friend, Carole~
The quality of the expression and the shift and struggle of emotions make this a distinguished piece of writing.
Thank you, My Friend, for the mention, I'm deeply honoured.
John
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Christine
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George
Cheers,
Dan