Night Song
Night Song
As I lie, not sleeping,
I find I seek safe-keeping,
handholds in repeating
chipped bits of near-lost prayer.
Our fathering the wake
of mind that won’t forsake
this day’s dark night’s churned lake
for some deeper float in air.
For hours, arts in heaven
plead trespasses forgiven,
against us nothing leaven–
eyelids’ hollowed fare–
all that comes–the kingdom,
phrased arms that, slanted, ring round
this embodied foreground
of me, still lying there
not sleeping,
re-membering safe-keeping,
my father, earth once leaping==
so far now, and so fair–
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Draft poem for no prompt, but will link to Real Toads Open Platform.
Home at last after nearly two weeks away and feeling a bit more seasonal! (Though this one and the non-sleep night before arrival here!) Thanks for all!
ps – the pic is mine–of a Christmas window at New York City Saks Fifth Avenue.
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December 24, 2015 at 2:58 am
I love the structure of this, k, and the snippets of prayer you’ve included. All works well together x
December 25, 2015 at 9:32 pm
Thanks, Polly. Hope you had a nice holiday. k.
December 24, 2015 at 11:15 am
This has a prayer-like quality but also it reads for me like a memoriam for fathers lost but still remembered and spoken to in the quiet of sleepless nights.
December 25, 2015 at 7:44 am
The safe-keeping of childhood sung to a simple tune with not so simple lyrics, as we find out when childhood abandons us for a grittier stage–this has the feel of some song that winds through our brain in the night, in a tune made up of old memories, full of the past, full of promises, too…beautiful and haunting. k. I hope you had sleep as sweet as these lines this holiday.
December 26, 2015 at 10:50 am
Nice, Karin… nothing leaven. Be well this holiday season! I’m really grateful for your poetry.
January 7, 2016 at 12:43 pm
There is a chant-like quality in these lines… and invitation to close our eyes and wish… Smooth, but full of intent.