So, so tired – a Cento

markku sleeping

The moping owl does to the moon complain.

The thoughts that arise

as small as a world and as large as along

groped to feel a handle in my mind.

The doors leap open, emptying light.

Each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

A thousand blended notes,

kisses of a night

tangling the smoke and star-dust.

Sleep caught him and was drifted sweetly about him

washing the sorrows out of his mind.

***

Thanks to Odette Ware for this three word prompt:Β  So so tired.

*A Cento poem created from the works of Thomas Grey, Alfred Lord Tennyson,

e.e.cummings, Thom Gunn, Β Karl Shapiro, Vera Rich. Homer

***

Β© Raili Tanska

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9 thoughts on “So, so tired – a Cento

    1. He tolerates me making fun of him – all with the greatest of love and respect of course πŸ™‚ In my defence I have to add that he actually used it himself once on a business Christmas card, so I feel exonerated πŸ™‚

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