Exhaustion hangs so heavy
like an achor ‘round my neck
I cannot stand nor straighten
pinned ‘neath enervation’s wreck
no way to lift nor shift this anvil
by which I’m dragged and bound
no energy remains
to tug’n lug this heft around
weary from this strain
of keeping eyelids full at mast
I’ll sink into the sea of slumber
falling falling fast
into the deepest realm of Somnus
my fears and worries drown
dropping into depths of dreams
drifting fathoms fathoms down
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
Such a relief when you can ‘sink into the sea of slumber!’ A beautiful and enchanting conceit, Rob!
Thank you Ingrid… 🙂
Strong imagery, Rob. The conceit was clear and effective.
Thank you so much Darius. 🙂
Starting with this exhaustion that robs you of all vitality and getting to the end where you are falling, drifting, to the bottom as if aided by that anchor mentioned at the onset with exhaustion — down into a sea of slumber that drowns fears and worries. By golly, yes. I’m sure this is exactly how the finished work of the lovely prompt should sound. Conceit! Rob, amazing work, indeed.
Every word well placed. Thanks for giving me this aha moment. Exquisite!
Thank you for the very kind words Selma, very glad you liked this! 🙂
‘Drifting fathoms, fathoms down’. Yes this is just how it feels when you can finally let go. Wonderful write Rob.
It’s a wonderful feeling 🙂 thank you Christine!
Ah, you tackled the form quite elegantly while attacking your exhaustion.
Thank you Rom!
Exquisite poetry .. I especially enjoyed mystical Lindsey.
Thank you Helen! Glad you dig the tunes… 🙂
Tiredness and its supporting bad guys are so well crafted in metaphor and imagery. And i luv your offering of music videos. Of course the Stirling is my favourite
Much love…
Thank you Gillena — much love also to you my friend! 🙂
Wonderful style, evoking the romance of bygone days drifting off…
Thsnk you so much Ain… 🙂 Wish I could drift off — but an insomniac for years.
Love the sea and sailing terms used, Rob.
Thank you Punam… 🙂
“no way to lift nor shift this anvil by which I’m dragged and bound,”.. this is so poignant, Rob! I felt every word.
Thank you Sanaa, I am so pleased this resonated for you! 🙂
I think this is my favorite of everyone’s entries!
Thank you Xan, you are indeed most kind! 🙂
Beautifully done Rob. Great images of the anchor and anvil holding us down. Sweet rest comes eventually.
You are most kind Dwight. It will be welcomed.
This is lovely. I can feel the weight of sleepiness, then the falling into sleep…….beautiful rhyming, Rob.
Thank you Sherry.
Rob, I tried to leave two comments on your BEAUTIFUL second poem at earthweal, but they both disappeared. Please check your spam folder………I really felt the grief in that poem, so beautifully written.
Thank you Sherry.
I especially like the way you connect the exhaustion to being pulled down by an anvil drowning.
At times, the exhaustion I feel is exactly like that Bjorn.
I can feel the weight and the tiredness. I have been carrying a heavy load lately. The night brings respite as I drift into another
realm where I am weightless drifting in and out of space and time. It feels freeing in some strange way.
Wishing you rest and peace…
Thank you True! 🙂
I wanted to tell you , I think your serenity totems are amazing.
Thank you True. I used to sell them art juried art shows, but since COVID, I have not done an art show for 2 years. I am not able to create any more Totems because of the arthritis in my hands. Now I am uncertain with my overall health if I will ever do another show?
I love the imagery of that last stanza. Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome Grace… 🙂
a classical feel, Rob ~
Thank you.