“As in sleeping-drink spices softly she loosens in the liquid-clear mirror her fatigued demeanor“
.“Lady at a Mirror.” Rainer Maria Rilke
An immense distance from sleep
remote from enfolding
I lost the count of sheep
Some veiled light trespassed
and where moths had chewed an exit
moonbeams were lasering the bed
His belongings uncollected, hung about
as pinpoints, one by one -
through mirrored eyes the raincoat
beckoned. Willing me back
to dark corners and rendezvous
to have, to hold and ransack
those closeted of nooks. Adulterated
haikus slung from bonsai trees
stifled, truncated, perfected
An immense fist beat on my head;
- he was long gone, like the moths
and I hang by a loosening thread
For Open Link Night @ dVerse where anything goes though Sanaa has given us the optional Rilke prompt which epigraphed this poem
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