Thursday, June 14, 2007

Request

If a knife is not your gift
Or poisoned cup ours to share
Then I ask a small boon
A compromise if you please
Give me dreamless sleep
So I may practise death

6 comments:

aria said...

practise death .. gosh .. this has the feel of fact.. not just a flight of imagination... it made me shiver .. you write really well ..

Pat Paulk said...

A most interesting request. Gets the brain cells to moving.

etain_lavena said...

OOOOO my word....In you are my fav poet...just so you know;)

d. chedwick bryant said...

deep sleep is so like peaceful death, closest thing maybe--that phrase got me thinking anyway, how we drift off .

Jay said...

sounds very romeo & juliet.

Inconsequential said...

Thank you all again.

It is kind of you to read these things...and more so to let me know you've read them...