My Process, So Often Unkind

Sated in the quiet hours,
thoughts absolved fly south for the winter
as a silent peace tucks in a languid mind
to sleep, sweet dreams to reap,
and letting go is a pleasured blessing.

Uninvited thoughts keep us on our toes,
like flocks of birds on high,
catching the last rays of day,
they soar in our upper most atmosphere,
as if waiting to be plucked from air.

Remnants of day,
scattered considerations in waste,
loom in vast arrays to be released,
or to keep in our sentient gaze
as worthy of more.

In the serenity of darkness,
when sleep is implored they claw at my mind,
and deal I must with their persistence,
the last flickering of a dying ember insistence
to be heard.

Once or twice their echoed demands
find heart, and I listen,
for sometimes epiphanies fly with the flock,
hidden in the mundane sameness of grey,
yet to be recognized.

At day’s end I sieve through a piecemeal mind,
entwined in the undulations of a swallowed past,
just to find peace and balance in a life
filled with sentient trawling,
for what in keep should last.

Often sleep eludes me,
too invested in replays and echoes,
that peace cannot impart a clean skin day,
just more of interplay and yielding
to projections too real to pass.

Yet, to this mind
I cannot stop my process,
these deliberations a must for an eclectic mind,
enshrined in a penchant to know,
to understand and go forward without regret.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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