Tag Archives: Sleep

WHAT ACTUALLY IS BLEARY?

Posted on October 28, 2024 by elainedanforth

What actually is bleary?I think it’s spoke to bewhat the eyes of folkcan bewhen the folk are weary. perhaps not melancholy,but likely also not exactly jolly,and though cloudy, watery,probably not therefore precisely teary. Late in the eve,wakefulness is the main … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Bleary, Fatigue, Night, Reprieve, Sleep | Leave a comment

WHICH GOOD NIGHT?

Posted on September 16, 2023 by elainedanforth

Which night?That good night?Tonight?That doesn’t sound right. . . A little soonaccording to my head,the drummer that I think I march to,and the drummed-to tune,that, more or less,has stood mein good stead. Which night, again?THAT night?What kind of night?A good … Continue reading →

Posted in Autumn, Poetry, Seasons | Tagged Do not go gentle into that good night, Night, Peace, Rest, Sleep | Leave a comment

Yes, DO go gentle into. . .

Posted on October 21, 2018 by elainedanforth

YES!! Go! Yes, DO go gentle, gentle, into that good night. No, NO! Not THAT good night! THIS one here, this one now, this one that’s fallen, and whose calling is to let us from this day down to settle, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Day, Do not go gentle into that good night, Life, Night, Night Sky, One day at a time, Play, Rest, Sleep, Work | Leave a comment

YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE

Posted on March 13, 2018 by elainedanforth

Live your life– do simple things or intricate, as time and space let or require. Do days, sleep nights. Allow the ripple rings +++++ and wakes +++++that your three-plus dimensioned +++++movement bring to wave through winding channels deftly cut deep … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged Breathe, Doing, Goldielocks, Imagination, Life, Movement, Music, Results, RIpples, Seeing, Senses, SInging, Sleep, Wave | Leave a comment

WINTER SLEEP CALLS

Posted on January 13, 2018 by elainedanforth

Sleep calls. Habits, shapes of rabbits, by wry coincidence, seen in the ceIling cracks or walls. . . Shadows beckon of next spring, while we are still here wintering, in hopes our next snowflake to glance, to lick, our next … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Seasons, Spring, Winter | Tagged Bed, Breath, Dark, Night, Savor, Sleep, Snow, Snowballs, Snowflakes, Stars, Winter | Leave a comment

THE CHARM AND DANGER OF A CRYSTAL BALL

Posted on October 4, 2017 by elainedanforth

The charm and danger of a crystal ball. What you would know could seize and hold thee in its thrall. Adieu, good night, let sleep’s strange dreams do better to illumine heart mind and soul in a way that steers … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Crystal ball, Danger, Flying, Fortune-telling, Future, Light, Magic, Night, Powers, Sleep, Sun | Leave a comment

TO TAKE A BREAK AND MIX THINGS UP

Posted on June 28, 2017 by elainedanforth

To take a break, to mix things up when at one spate, +++++of no matter what it is, +++++it’s come to where +++++you’ve had enough, means take a breath and close your eyes, allow the feeling of your weight to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Crying, Day, Emotions, Eventide, Expression, Eyes, Feeling, Healing, Morning, Night, Peace, Seeing, Sleep, Sunshine, Taking a break, Thought | Leave a comment

WILL THE FOND HEART MELT?

Posted on October 22, 2016 by elainedanforth

WILL THE FOND HEART MELT? Posted on October 22, 2016 by elainedanforth A fond heart. Will it melt? Will it start, will it leap, at the anticipate of the moment its love object with faith its set appointment with it … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Appointment, Center, Dream, Dreamland, Emotion, Feeling, Fond Heart, Love, Melt, Object of love, Sleep | Leave a comment

HOURS FOR SLEEPING

Posted on June 11, 2016 by elainedanforth

Those who slump before a screen in the hours made for sleeping, with the Universe’s wider view are not in such good keeping– Yes, human hubris makes them think that they forever more can do this, and, for a stretch, … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Hours, Hubris, Infinite, Limits, Sleep, Space, Time, Universe | Leave a comment

LET THE GRIP SLIP

Posted on June 1, 2016 by elainedanforth

Let the grip slip. . . pack up, jump ship. . . let yourself go, and feel the flow, the rises, falls, and pulses from your heart’s beat and lungs deflating, then getting plumply bulbous. . . For, life and … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Babe, Control, Grip, Intuition, Letting Go, Love, Sleep, Wake | Leave a comment