Sleep Is Not Just Closing Eyes

In pitch dark, I was glowing, being a night of awakening.
The silence was amusing, like a drop of dew,
arousing liquid thoughts, to break free of inhibitions,
to condense into a finite form, luminous and crystalline.
I let one free, which had a tinge of blue,
letting the bird in me soar, to explore
the freedom of solitude.

Sleep is not just closing of the eyes,
it's for looking within,
to rekindle the spirit of living.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

Comments

review

I love this work. Sleep is more than the closing of the eyes is so true. Our souls soar in the darkness and explore our inner selves and the machinations of the world. Very nice work.

Hello Sherry

First up welcome to Neopoet. You profile mentions your concerns about social issues and write about them. Looking forward to your posting your poems and commenting on those of others, which is important since this is a workshop site...

Thank you for reading and engaging with this theme...your comment tells me you liked it..

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