While Sleeping
For Debra
Waves are foam fraught and
licked white by an off-shore
wind, advancing then receding
in soft spools of convulsion,
like the spill of blankets you
cradled last night, tangles
of hair pulled back as if
you were sailing head-long
into a gale. I watched you,
in luxurious retreat, closet
your heart from the day’s
labors, exhausted with worry
and one-too-many obligations,
though, selfless even in sleep,
it seemed a small smile
appeared with each deep
breath as if you were in
the act of remembering
or giving something up.
John Muro
A two-time nominee in 2021 for the Pushcart Prize and, more recently, a 2022 nominee for Best of the Net, John is a resident of Connecticut and a lover of all things chocolate. He has published two volumes of poems: In the Lilac Hour and Pastoral Suite in 2020 and 2022, respectively. Both books were published by Antrim House, and both are available on Amazon. John’s poems have been featured in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Acumen, Ariel Chart, Barnstorm, Euphony, Moria, and Sky Island. Instagram: @johntmuro.
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puts me at ease like the best of poetry does
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