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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Poetry Thursday - A borrowed Line

This week at Poetry Thursday we've been lending and borrowing lines from one another's poems. I've extracted a line that is meaningful particularly this week, and for the first time, plan to just start a poem right here, and post it within the ten minutes I have to spare.

Thoughts of you keep sleep away

They sit on the side of my bed, poking at me,
reminding me, and laughing, saying
Remember? Remember?

They ask questions for which I have no answer:
Why? When did the slide begin? What can I say now?

And if sleep comes, she brings dreams of you:
Your face cold, and sometimes your back as you walk away.
Once your hand reaching out to me, only to be drawn back.

Now, new memories. This week's pictures. A tear in your eye,
Your hand reaching, and one last embrace. Your face.

[I borrowed the line from Rethabile. You can read all the other poems this week by going to Poetry Thursday HERE]



At 18/1/07 10:10 am, Blogger Rethabile said...

Bravo. Very nice poem. I hope the person comes back for good.

At 18/1/07 12:15 pm, Anonymous Brian said...

Morning, thanks for stopping by. I like the idea of thoughts as real and aware. You have captured the restlessness of memories.

At 18/1/07 1:07 pm, Blogger Lady Wordsmith said...

Thank you for this ... I wept for the familiarity of this feeling ... and for the same sleeplessness ... nicely done

At 18/1/07 2:25 pm, Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Very poignantreal feelings. Tugsat the heartstrings as I felt it happening to me.

At 18/1/07 4:33 pm, Blogger Tiffany said...

lovely and bittersweet.
p.s. i borrowed your line.

At 18/1/07 8:01 pm, Blogger Poet with a Day Job said...

I love the line "When did the slide begin" it's sort of the crux for me, and it's strong and moving. Nicely done poem.

At 18/1/07 9:50 pm, Blogger Regina Clare Jane said...

Very moving poem... we all go through times like these...

At 18/1/07 10:52 pm, Blogger twilightspider said...

You've done wonders with your ten minutes!

How we've all been here, been sleepless, wondered why. You've put it to words beautifully.

At 19/1/07 4:33 am, Anonymous Cheryl said...

Beautifully written.

At 19/1/07 6:50 am, Blogger liz elayne said...

this is beautiful...and sad. this image of the thoughts poking at i know this too.

thank you for sharing your words today.

At 22/1/07 12:37 am, Blogger Rethabile said...

Came for a re-read, and noticed this time that, intriguingly, sleep is a she.

"And if sleep comes, she brings dreams of you."

It sure sounds better than sleep being a he. I don't know why. Any idea why?

At 22/1/07 2:05 am, Blogger GreenishLady said...

Rethabile, Interesting you should ask that. I've faced the conundrum in the past whether to use male or female to personify sleep, but in this instance, the 'she' just seemed right. Maybe it's about sleep being a gentle presence? Thanks for asking.

At 24/1/07 6:28 pm, Anonymous tinker said...

What a poignant poem - that image of the hand reaching out, then drawing back, says so much. And to think you were able to bring such poetic images to life with your words in only ten minutes - well done, Imelda.

At 29/4/07 2:46 pm, Anonymous MsShad said...

What a fun idea! And yes, a familiarity here too. Love this one.


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