Shadorma 199

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, 2020.

Shadorma 199

the moon lost
in its own cold thoughts
the chimney
breathing out
curls of white the stars entwined
in the dreamer’s net

ink sketchbook 2019 image 23

Ink Sketchbook 2019 Image 235


As a note, the poem was written for a page in my artist notebook Ink Sketchbook 2019. You see the illustration above. The text was published on its own in Count Syllables on Your Fingers, 2020.


9 thoughts on “Shadorma 199

  1. I think it is the fact that the house is warm even if the night is not, or at least that is how I was seeing it. I have always thought of being in bed as a safe place, especially after a long day of doing things and going places.

  2. I love the serene atmosphere you have generated in this poem. It is very meditative and makes me think of the relaxing qualities of that deep breathing, especially at night.

  3. Thank you. I think getting into bed and preparing for sleep is a set-apart time of day, and falling asleep in a safe warm place, no matter what is outside, that is priceless to me.

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