circadian rhythm in b flat

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sleep now, love.
lie loose and cold and worn,
torn by this world and lulled
by this breeze. hold hands
with the sky, and wonder
how it sings. lullaby your
way to silence. shall we
la-la-lu these stars together
one last time? give me your
tired limbs,
your poor soul,
your huddled, puddle
masses. your longing.
just be.

……………free.

 

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prompted by poetic asides.

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4 Responses to circadian rhythm in b flat

  1. raspa says:

    Oh my, how I have missed you. Please, please start writing again every day.

    I love that lullaby (which I only know from Lady and the Tramp; best movie ever!). And I’m swooning over that great rewrappable line: “Give me your one-last-time.” Gorgeous. Beautiful title. The whole poem is just heavenly. I’m so glad to see you writing again! Did I mention that I’ve missed your poems?!

  2. Sara v says:

    I love that title so much!! The poem is la-la-lovely and my limbs are loosening just reading it 🙂

  3. A beautiful, soothing poem! So glad you’re back 🙂

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