By Ralph Earle
On the edge of sleep
again the door opens, that door
through which light pours.
All day the mind does its
little tricks, pleading for attention,
pleading for applause.
Only at night do the windows open
and the birds of the daylight settle down.
Again we are together.
| Copyright © 2014 by Ralph Earle |
A love poem? A prayer? This short poem by poet Ralph Earle is deceptive in its simplicity. Read it and muse, take thought and wonder. [THANK YOU, RALPH!]
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful and haunting poem, Ralph. Thank you for opening a window.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Eric. Glad you liked it. I look forward to seeing more of your poems as well.
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ReplyDeleteI really like his poem. I hope he keeps sending them.
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