Sleep and Poetry

When my nerves snore
and my bones drowse,
my DNA begins

to weave sestinas
and braid pantoums.

Each dream-crowded hour
gives me pentameters
sweeter than those of Keats,
rhymes more shining
than young love in summer,
alliterations richer
than the Royal Bank of Scotland!

O happy collapse!
O blessed crash,
lush with lyrics,
thick with strophes,
thronged with sonnets and songs!




Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-23 at 07:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
That's a neat trick. It sure beats nightmares.

What a mesmerizing read! And what an unusual comparison! Totally loved it!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You are a master of it all :)

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
The forms of which you write come naturally to you. They are a struggle for me, unnatural. I think that is why you are a poet and I am a storyteller.

Is it something like dream-poetry?


Twelve Poems
by Thomas DeFreitas