Into the Bottomless Well of Sleep

Submitted by Jane Dougherty

The stars blaze silently,
moon sets in a pool of gold,
and I listen to the watery ripple of the poplars,
lullaby-rocking the house where day folk live,
and trip, night time, barefoot after dreams
of sunken pearls and moonstones,
glowing in a sea king’s hands,
or rowan berries, glowing bright as flame
where the visions dance.
Stars wheel on the eternal sea,
tides of sparks that ravel up the day’s cares,
and drop our thoughts like pebbles
into the bottomless well of sleep.


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Photo credit: Starry night over the River Rhone – Van Gogh


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The Vita Brevis Team

“Ars longa, vita brevis" (art is long, life is short). This maxim so moved us that it seemed only right to title our online poetry magazine after it. It may seem curious that we chose Vita Brevis (life is short) as our title instead of Ars Longa (art is long). But this choice was more than appropriate; after all, the aim of our journal is to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and immortality but life’s toils and finiteness. We want to revive and nourish the rich existential literature that forms when art and the human endeavor collide.

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