I Am a Drowsy God Prone to Irritability

Oh to slumber as a god
And dream the world
Into being every night,

To make form and heft,
Arrange the vivid light
And weight of mindscape.

But I sleep fitfully,
Toss like a leaky ship,
Turn on a rusty axle,

And the day drags, then,
Towed on a bumpy cartpath,
Tethered to uncertain chains

Liable as not to snap.

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About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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3 Responses to I Am a Drowsy God Prone to Irritability

  1. Ray, thanks for your comments on my blog…and I’m grateful for your visit that led me here. Superb poem. In a way, we do dream the world into being in poetry although I suspect many of us a fitful sleepers…it seems to go with being creative!

  2. A very classical sounding piece!

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