Sleepless Argument
I believe that poetry has to have the appropriate balance of words and feelings. Lately, it seems that my writing has too much feeling and not enough words. But still I share with you Sleepless Argument. I awoke today at 5:14 stumbling in the dark as though for the first time on muscles that had never considered what it would feel like to stir from sleep in the morning hours, and I realized I would never hear from you again. The humming fan kept otherwise to itself while my mind told me that I should be glad you are nothing more than a memory I should never hear from again, but my heart whispered, "you're wrong" and rolled over with a cold shoulder.
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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round...
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