Sleeping On A Blade Of Grass Poem by Ted Sheridan
Sleeping On A Blade Of Grass
There are those gentle sleepy suicidal dreams
from which you can never awaken reborn.
Embedded like soft gelled inserts
in the soul of a favorite pair of shoes,
cushioning every step without so much
as a tongue’s worth of mentioning
that the many rough roads you have traveled
may all lead to a much more desirable end
than destinations first perceived.
Results are always most certainly different
when Life’s many equations are finally solved;
none of us are ever given all of the unknowns.
Having first to live out every precious moment allowed….
2008 © T S
Fun puns in this, but I almost lost them in the lovely lyrical language. Be careful of sleeping on those sharp blades! -chuck
This poem runs like a hot knife thru butter... among the best poems i have read on PH
I absolutely love the play on soul/sole here. And you must show me where to buy those inserts. :) t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Those rough roads we travel, those soft jelled inserts, do help - the soul! *10*! ! Best regards Ted! Friend Thad