Dear Sleep

An oil lamp sitting

on an old night stand

shadows dancing on the wall

an old man sits up reading by it

until dear sleep comes to call

By: J.N.R Dutton

Rebecca (Another Poetic Story)

A kind of free verse piece

Rebecca worked in a bookstore in a small town, that’s often how her days were spent. She chose that career as more than just a way to pay for the rent, or gas to get around. She adored books.

She’d say they were some of her truest loves in every sense you could possibly think of.

Anyone who knew her would say she was more than a bit obsessed, some might even think it unhealthy, something needing to be seriously addressed.

She read voraciously, everything from full novels to poetry.

She wanted to be a writer too from an early age.

She felt sometimes that other aspects of life could be mundane, she sometimes felt trapped like a caught animal in a cage, but when she’d write, or when she’d read, or help another avid reader find the books they need that’s when she felt the most free.

By: J.N.R Dutton

Looking For Recommendations

Everyone who writes poetry ought to read it, so I thought I’d ask my readers here if they have any recommendations in regards to other poets I should read. I’m not overly picky as to the subgenre of the poetry (romantic poetry,musical poetry, autobiographical poetry, etc.) just as long as it’s interesting & inspirational.

Thank you in advance for any suggestions.

Poets Voices

I’ve got a hundred poets voices ringing in my head,

Many generations giving me inspiration,

Oh the living ones & the dead,

I don’t mean that they literally talk to me

That would be spooky & crazy,

but the work they put to paper, 

the work I love to read & study,

helps me & guides me

To be the best that I can be

By: J.N.R Dutton