Christopher Withers


Mini-Deaths - Poem by Christopher Withers

willingly, each night we fade,
drifting out from structured thought
into yawning oblivious depth:
willingly, our greatest fears embraced
(in such mini-deaths) and
that very fear withheld
due to such familiar occasion.
as we fall from knowings reach,
dream smeared thoughts soften
realities keen edge,
so that:
in this warm, comfortable place
(of indifference)
we drift contently in
incoherent bliss


Comments about Mini-Deaths by Christopher Withers

  • Rookie Marci Made (3/19/2007 1:17:00 PM)

    I would have loved this early this am falling into restless sleeps after hours of white pages at PH.~~~~~~~~~~I love this and I love dreams, wherein with, if we're fortunate, the sad ones are replaced with peaceful images............this is nice..........mm. :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Anna Russell (3/19/2007 8:41:00 AM)

    Well, I'm going to be seeing things very differently before I go to sleep tonight! I enjoyed this.
    Hugs
    Anna xxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011


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