Monday, May 5, 2014

GRAVES AND DOGS SIMMER FROM THE DARKNESS



SETTLED IN TO THE NIGHTS TOUCH

The night dark in physical pain,
agony reserved for the body
that carries me through another sleepless night.
Feckless darkness
covered in clouds,
no moon to jump
that I can see
from my position
earth bound welded.
The rare heard noises stretch out
strange
unfamiliar
to one certain
in my sole cave carved out of the darkness.
A loud
rasping
snoring rattle
repeated
from yonder way
mimicking the pulse of my own pained heart.
Again
rest
repeat over and over
the once holy heartbeat of blood drenched earth.

A puppy with the millstone of its birth
wrapping its neck lifting it,
choking it til’ the long high whimper
is finally crushed out,
breath no more, the pulse gone
sustenance for this moonless night’s evil.
Night
needs not any help
from mortal souls
to disfigure the mind of them aware,
aware
of the demons lurking in the spaces
found between light.
Come to me bloodless death
sailing in on the neap tide night,
approach
take your mill portion hanging on the wheel.
I will wait as the night eats it prey
chewing the warm flesh
of dead youth
I will not fear
nor brook this satiated night.
I will finish my own hot
smoky business and
listening,
watching it eat
I will
ponder upon this noisy repose;
is it the banshee warning before me
or the unforgiving portent
sound of my own
impotent demise returning?


© M Durfee
4.5.2014

15 comments:

  1. Thank goodness I can still sleep. I wake up a lot but at least there are some oblivious hours and then the dreams, which are a nice distraction almost every night.

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    1. When I do sleep Charles, I never wake to a consciousness of having been in a dream state. This is what my mind interpreted some pretty unusual night noises I have never heard before to be.

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  2. Talk about a rough night. And I thought I had it bad when pain rolled me out of be after five solid hours of sleep.

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    1. Do you go out in the hazy night and listen, strange and ominous noises after my last small sleep cycle Alice.

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  3. the cave of my darkness...the millstone about ht eneck of the puppy...all quite gritty today...your impotent demise, heh...it will find us soon enough...

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    1. The one aspect, the final step one can not fight in life is the last period on the page. It was a rather odd morning Brian.

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  4. the title caught me up... I just buried the old black dog, today.

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    1. Sorry to hear that Berry. Just had to put one down a couple of months ago.

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  5. Brilliant.
    ...Out of booze lately I have been taking Quetiapine sleeping pills .
    Heh. Will these give me realizations too?
    Mostly the realizations seem to move me into ultimate self-criticism. :)

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    1. Ivan old salt, I'll be damned if I know, when I can't sleep I don't try to force it, just wait 'til later. Psst them pills any kind of fun?

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  6. One last period on the page. I hope not

    I'm blaming you tonight for the puppy part if I toss and turn all night. How do you know you've transitioned from sleep to wake?

    Is every night this disturbing? Are all the sounds like this? (No crickets?) hell, mark, life is tough enough. Got to be some starfish somewhere

    Love
    kj

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    1. kj You know I'd never pen anything to give anyone sleepless nights. First I know I didn't transit from sleep to wake because I never slept.

      Second no the noises were remarkably unusual to my ear, which made them remarkable--ahhhh ye some crickets some times, not always and *shrug* you know Karen, I have ever been reluctant to quantify the day as I do for the doctors my level of pain. What good is that? It will unfold as it does with me or without and will not change the river course simply for my benefit.

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  7. When I can't sleep, I read. I have heard the sounds of the critters in the woods in the spring when the doors and windows are open. Not much else making noise in the night around here.

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  8. Mark, I am lucky to sleep soundly like a big old rock. xo

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