‘Instead of Sominex’ and Other Poetry by Meryl Stratford The Society January 30, 2013 Poetry 2 Comments Instead of Sominex Write a sonnet tonight before you go to bed. Just fourteen lines before you fall asleep. Something to clear your far-too-cluttered head. More fun than counting endless flocks of sheep. The clock will tick. The steady, tireless tread of syllables across the page will keep your sonnet moving rhyme to rhyme. You’ve read enough to know that’s not enough, so leap into the far away, the distant long ago. Are you the weary traveler, waylaid and left for dead along some dusty road? Trust drowsiness to rescue you. Befriend the emptiness. Unravel your agenda. Surrender to the silence at the end. Against Envy Never envy the peacock. It cannot fly. Beautiful bird, but the peacock cannot sing. The song of the peacock is a loud harsh cry. Pale birds, buoyant in morning’s endless sky, climb, soaring and drifting, wing on wing. Never envy the peacock. It cannot fly. Small birds open their beaks at dawn. They vie with melodies that make the woodlands ring. The song of the peacock is a loud harsh cry. Wild birds ride on winds that carry them high above the hills. They visit the Mountain King. Never envy the peacock. It cannot fly. Tame birds in jeweled cages greet the eye of night with quiet notes that cluster as they cling. The song of the peacock is a loud harsh cry. The peacock complained to Juno. She told him why: Beauty is yours. You can’t have everything. Never envy the peacock. It cannot fly. The song of the peacock is a loud harsh cry. Meryl Stratford is a poet living in Hallandale Beach, Florida. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Dolores Vacca January 31, 2013 Thanks for sharing these precious poems, pertinent to the culture and ills of the present. Instead of Sominex, in a kind and caring manner, offers advice for soul searching and coming to terms with one’s past. Simply stated, the Peacock teaches “be careful what you wish for.” While one possesses a unique character trait or ability, one can’t have it all, but each is of equal importance and contributes to the betterment of all. Reply Meryl Stratford February 6, 2013 In response to several comments, a quote from Leah Kloss: Yes, peacocks fly. There are videos. They get up to a garage roof, they come down from roosting in a tree, but they don’t fly in the graceful free way we think of as flying. They don’t gain altitude, ride wind currents, look down and think, “Hmm, where can I go now?” Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.