Poem
Jill Jones
TO SLEEP INSIDE RAIN
TO SLEEP INSIDE RAIN
TO SLEEP INSIDE RAIN
A hazy fieldrain cast plummeting
plunge of stone hallways
to our bed’s name
something
like daisies in place
if not sweet
there is daring.
Rolling into excess
thighs out of tight labels
above nerves
worm among
creases, access
rolling out alive
bloomed sunflowers
crossing light with surface
inside rain.
The effulgence: screen, expanse
the slightest intent
violet flower promises
beneath dark.
That death as good as earth
a little, like sun oblivion
then lie still.
© 2005, Jill Jones
From: Broken/Open
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
From: Broken/Open
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
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TO SLEEP INSIDE RAIN
A hazy fieldrain cast plummeting
plunge of stone hallways
to our bed’s name
something
like daisies in place
if not sweet
there is daring.
Rolling into excess
thighs out of tight labels
above nerves
worm among
creases, access
rolling out alive
bloomed sunflowers
crossing light with surface
inside rain.
The effulgence: screen, expanse
the slightest intent
violet flower promises
beneath dark.
That death as good as earth
a little, like sun oblivion
then lie still.
From: Broken/Open
TO SLEEP INSIDE RAIN
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