At the end of never

At the end of never there is music
of the moon
playing in the shadows of rain and storm
in the tongue of sweet summer and winter whisper.

At the end of never light slips
fast as starfire
pure as the pink-petaled rose reflected in still water.

At the end there must be blue
and the spring rising of swallows’ wings
where dragonflied lakes glitter with the soaring sun.

And at the end of never is sleep
dreams perhaps of forest green
and moons slipping fast as starfire
into the cupped pink petals of a rose.

Poetry challenge Sleep walking: the entries

It is so gratifying to see that the paintings that I love and get so much inspiration from, seem to prod the same nerves with so many of you. I loved reading these poems, you produced a beautiful collection.

 

Sarah’s small collection of dancing jewels

Poetry challenge #39 – Sleep walker – for Jane Dougherty. | fmme writes poems

 

Lady Lee’s poem is a dream of love

Believe in Dreams – ladyleemanila

 

Three, Ken! Is this a record? I think my favourite is the first poem. Cats always manage to steal the show.

sleepwalking | rivrvlogr

sleepwalker | rivrvlogr

Inspiration de Chagall – cross-out poem | rivrvlogr

And a fourth cinquain (fingers crossed he doesn’t add a fifth) on the cat’s orders.

The cat says | rivrvlogr

 

TJ’s poem, like Kerfe’s is a circular argument or real or unreal. Back to front and inside out. Maybe that’s how it feels to be between dreaming and waking.

https://amaviedecoeurentier.wordpress.com/2016/07/13/the-sleepwalker/

 

Kat’s poems follow the rules beautifully of one of the more precise forms of cinquain.

Never Forget – A Trio of Cinquains | like mercury colliding…

 

I really like Kim’s cinquain. There’s something so off-balance about that last line/word.

Lunar Tricks – writing in north norfolk

 

Louise’s poems are also a little unsettling. My favourite is the first one. Reminds me of Clive Barker’s Abarat.

Chaotic Nightmares – Fantasy Raconteur

 

Merril’s second poem seem to me to be infused with feelings inspired by the horrific events in Nice. Again, the dreamworld is not necessarily a fairy tale.

Dreamscape | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

 

As was to be expected, the Crow’s poem is mid-way between dream and nightmare. A jovial nightmare? If that’s possible.

my feet on the roof, off the ground (20160714) – Words and Feathers

 

Kerfe’s dream world is topsy turvy and back to front, but there’s a sense that it will all make sense in the end.

Orbiting | method two madness

 

Janice’s poems sent shivers up the spine, especially the last one. Definitely not a comfortable dream world.

Sleepwalking—Cinquain poems – Ontheland

 

Doug’s sleepwalkers might or might not be of this world. Eerie yet not frightening. I like the atmosphere of this one.

When Dusk Disappears | Elusive Trope

 

and a last minute entry from Sri. Romantic as always.

https://srisudhak.wordpress.com/2016/07/19/dream-walk/

 

That’s the foray into the world of Chagall’s Sleep Walker. And a trip well worth making. Thanks to all of you, and hoping tomorrow’s prompt inspires you equally fruitfully.