Sonata for a Somnambulist By Sy Roth
Looking for a name.
Nomenclature can be so difficult.
A somnambulist’s dream
Buried beneath a cairn
Dropped into the darkness.
Rested elbows on a somnambulist’s chifforobe
Laden with the stuff of life–
And tightened eyelids
Waiting to see what might lie there beyond.
Red blood cells became visible with the sunset
Rubicund sclera waiting for revelation
Until elbows dug too smartly against the skin.
Raised head for a reverie to get more of the fading sun
Awaiting the rush of darkness that lay just beyond.
Darkness rowed in on a Charon smile
And the somnambulist’s stupor clutched the dried branch
And waited like a vulture
On the bare tree
Where the dream of the dreamer took shape behind tightened lids,
Where the red vanished into black
And hollow words rang silently
Wrapped in the daily miscegenation of worlds
Moved groggily to the edge of the canyon.
The somnambulist fell without breath to the floor
An Icarus burning without wings
Into the morass of plenitude without substance.
©2018 Sy Roth
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator who has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.