Enveloped in his cotton wraps
He rests his weary pate.
The day is used, the night is young,
Time, now, to meditate.
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is there really a word pleasance? well, if there wasn't before, there is now! i 'love' the flow of this, the second time around for me. hey, i didn't notice Judith mentioned flow as well. :) bri
In the magic of his mind! ........... very nice. And the rest as well. Maybe he should just dream for the remainder of his life? To MyPoeList Bri :)
Wonderful poem. I'd love to have seen a few more stanzas squeezed in before the ending, describing some magical events... it's not too late... Great stuff.
stanza 4 to stanza 5: from the sublime to the slime! I once dated Nyx’s daughter, Chaos. I like the poem, but I lost more which I wrote and have run out of time. to MyPoemList. bri :)
Stunning poem Jak. He truly lives in his dreams where all is so wonderful, so magical only to wake to a sad reality of his world...haunting...10
Oh no, I was just enjoying that wonderful dream, morning and reality arrived all too soon! ! !
The desire and need to escape reality is eloquently expressed in your poem. Dreams are the other side of reality, and must have a place in our life. Excellent poetry, Jak.
I admire the fluency of composing a poem on an usual ordinary scene.
HEY! Just when this: Relaxed in sensuous slumber, His subconscious unconfined. Lost pleasures resurrected, In the magic of his mind! ...... ......was soothing my soul (though some, including myself, say i don't have one) .............. BAM! you throw this at me: Then suddenly, with daybreak, He's wrenched into the ‘morrow. Wading through the mire of His world that feeds him sorrow. ......... ......and my soul disintegrates into a million needle-like shards! ! ! [if such can be needle-like] : ( bri oops! i see in an earlier comment i left..........a....YIKES! ....TYPO! ! ! i meant MyPoemList, though MyPoeList was 'close' to what i meant. bri ;)