Sean Joyce

Rookie - 0 Points (17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

And All These Futile Things I Do... - Poem by Sean Joyce

After many pages flowing
prose my eyes begin to close
I find a marker in the folds
and turning over to my right
I let the book slip slowly to
to the floor.
Then coming up
and turning off the light
I find again the switch
is stiff and the lamp is
light the work to turn it
off requires a act of will
that almost wakes me up.
In doing this I find
as I have found
so many nights before
the base of the lamp
is made to mimic the
shape of a breast.
I bless the kindness
of this good night
then turning left to lie
upon my side I pause and
reaching down I rescue
my testicles from between
my legs and gently lay them
out on my left thigh where
they can rest in peace.
as part of settling down
I tug the lower pillow
towards my neck and
stretch my right leg
long and down the bed.
Now I lift my
right leg high
and bring it down
to trap a fold of
bedclothes as a
pocket against the cold.

And all these futile things I do
I do to fill my mind with words
and overworked it often works
but sometimes somewhere
it breaks down
between the babble of the day
it sometimes somewhere
just breaks down
before the saving grace
of sleep it fails
and then and there I find
that once again I am
thinking of you

Comments about And All These Futile Things I Do... by Sean Joyce

  • (1/25/2006 5:06:00 PM)

    its so romantic
    why dont u tell the person how u feel
    so u dont have to drive that person crazy
    and stop ignoring their emails
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (1/21/2006 2:32:00 PM)

    Thankyou Sean
    Very deep, profound!
    Love Duncan
    (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 14, 2006

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]