Ten of One Thousand

A little bit of sharing; this project has been going on in the background for a while. About time I cracked on with it! Fairly happy with it up to verse 462, only another 538 to go. 

One Thousand Miracles In One Day
(The first ten verses, first edit.)
Down the wall a spider walks
Unseen, the whisper of eight feet
Unheard on the wallpaper, this is
A secret world, a spider’s world
At the zero hour it seems nothing exists
But the deep breathing of sleep
And the heaving of wind in darkness
Bowing trees as though dragons fly here

Uncounted leaves stream, pulling
On thin stems, twisting loose, one leaf
Takes hold of the air, it has no plans
For landing, that will just happen

Droplets absorb night, outside
Dark rain falls, clouds
Thicken sky, at the deepest
Point of our dreaming sleep

Too far above to permeate sleep
An aeroplane passes, full of journeys
Full of stories we will not hear, the travellers
Look down at patterns of streetlights

A lamp is left on, through a window
A dog can be seen twitching on a sofa
A coffee table supports two wine glasses, paper
Lists of what can be done when awake

The washing machine light is on
The last spin happened after bedtime
Fresh damp clothes wait in the drum
For the pattern of occurrence to progress
Curving further than the night sky
Of one ephemeral planet, stars
Shine through light years of nothing
Possibilities in the abyss
A sock lost under the bed, a left sock,
Literally. It will be searched for
And, from the odd sock pile,
Restored to a pair, folded together

Silence. The wind halts, the leaves
Hang in still air, the spider pauses
The clouds are emptied, the dog sound asleep
A scene encapsulated, like a microscope slide


Suze said…
Your writing stimulates the sensory gates of my imagination. I can see, smell, hear and feel (dewy breezes, a bit cold (refreshing?)) when I read your words. They draw me in and make me present to the scenes you recollect/create.
Jayne said…
"Bowing trees as though dragons fly here." The imagery in this is marvelous, Lily. Will there actually be 1,000 verses??

Where do all the socks go? You've just reminded me I need to switch the stuff in the washer to the dryer!
Hi, it is great!!

Many things happen in every scene of life in various places on this planet.

Lisa Southard said…
Tried to thank you for these lovely words yesterday- internet promptly crashed!

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