The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
The World Eternal
Today, as the sun set,
the last appetites of daylight sated,
the endless emotional cravings tiring,
the jumbled irritations finally settling down,
the petty feuds, and lines crossed,
signals misread,
the points well taken, disclosed or not,
sounds heard, but misinterpreted,
The world beds down for the night;
All sharing in one thing we have in common:
Sleep, unlike death,
is flamboyant,
is blissful, is convoluted,
complex, is dreaming
of renewal, maybe hope,
ere another dawn
of
bickering.
Randy Mazie
Hopefully sleep will calm us and allow us to reconsider our angst.
maybe a clearer and more open-minded perspective. Maybe.
we put ourselves first don’t we Randy, and wonder why chaos follows us.
All of us, Bill, people, companies, countries, ethnic groups, religions, regions.
sad, all very sad. And the average person just wants a decent life, some liberty, and a little happpiness.
I count the blessings that i have each day. Randy
Good night, sweet dreams.
you, too.
Sleep is magical and always welcome…if only we could be sloths…for a while at least 🙂
I was a sloth once…
but i wound up pretty apathetic about it…
Oh sleep glorious sleep. I chase it like a beast. Your last line, what a sting! Perfect.
if you’re chasing sleep like a beast, you’re bound to get tired.
Or maybe that was Beauty who said if you sleep with the Beast, you’ll never be chaste..