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Poetry

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Since we have started a thread for photography, I thought another "Art" thread could be a poetry discussion.

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I wrote this a couple of months ago. It is even partially about narcolepsy. The form is one of my favorites - a sestina! I hope folks enjoy it. I am also hoping others will post!

While my name is alliterative,

the burning issue in my life

revolves around my unending

battle with the demon of sleep,

narcolepsy. I do teach

high school, but more often learn

from my students. I hope to learn

from all of you alliterative

alternatives which will teach

me new ways to view my life.

Though my problem is sleep,

it is my stress that I find unending.

I thoroughly enjoy the word association, unending –

which has helped me to learn

that the recesses of sleep

are peppered with alliterative

examples that prove long life

has so little to teach.

It is our musings that teach

wisdom unending,

or at least they see that life

is nothing, if not a chance to learn

how alliterative

exercises can induce sleep.

While my struggle with sleep

has begun to teach

me balance, I still adore alliterative,

unending

efforts to learn

lessons that enliven life.

This mysterious life

vexes my sleep.

I may never learn,

even as I teach,

how my frustration unending

will ever become alliterative.

Within all that is alliterative beats a life-

line unending. It hovers within sleep,

working to teach me, even as I learn.

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Cataplexy Hiaku

Dedicated to Quiz And Stu.

You are so funny

vision blurs knees buckle

I fall down again

:P

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Sleep comes rapidly

REM dancing across my eyes

Narcolepsy

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I wrote these the other day and feel like sharing them:

A Pulse

Water cascades from the fountain

A myriad of methods at play

Yet all resolve in the same pool

Only to begin anew

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I wrote these the other day and feel like sharing them:

A Pulse

Water cascades from the fountain

A myriad of methods at play

Yet all resolve in the same pool

Only to begin anew � an infinite

Loop the strap around a wrist

The better to hold close

Each captured memory and moment

Though only within a paper thin

Picture the instant when first

A person knows the means

And method of life's rhythm

Only to lose the beat amid life's

Noise penetrates to the core

Particularly when peace is

Sought and celebrated in silence

Soon lost in roars of rushing

Rivers of people stream through

Each life on Earth wending and

Winding a tapestry rich and radiant

But often unraveled by mere drops of sad

Cohesion

I love the thought

That the same force

Which allows water

In a fountain to act

Like glass � a clear,

Connected whole of

Transparent, translucent

Solid � as it sprays

Forth from the jets

Is also holding my

Cells and organs

Intact and in tune

Like a shimmering

Sculpture of crystal

Dazzling and delicate

And dearly delivered

For my make up

Has a higher percent

Of water than any fountain.

Very nice Mike M! I like them a lot!

~napnow

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