WHILE WE SLUMBER
In the dark of night, quiet, all things sit still,
Do they, while we slumber is all quiet and still.
What goes on while we dream, Is the house the same,
Are we safe with our eyes closed, does something watch.
What noises, creeks, or anything live within the silence,
When we're asleep what is it we do not see, things of
The doors do not move just as the chairs remain in place,
We might think the house comes to life in our wondering
How can we truly know while we slumber the happenings
Fore we must sleep or forever dream with one eye open
To the darkness.
While we slumber, we should not fear or have to wonder.
I haven’t read your poetry in a long time, but today I thought I might return to see what you are doing these days. Line 19 of your poem made me wonder if you omitted a word with the margins of your post.
I don’t see it, thanks for coming back and reading.
On Fri, Jul 23, 2021 at 6:09 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
Thanks for reading.