Preview edition — Poet of Bedtime Hush is still in progress. The poem is as it appears in the video; the commentary is a working draft.
Billows of breeze blew through the window
Coldness followed and my heart grew with a mellow
My artworks flew as my head gently hit the pillow
Many thoughts went to zero and my mind had no sorrow to borrow
Lo, I drew to fellowship with the Most Hallowed
To guide my stewardship and make my life a good willow
And may my sleep not hollow nor dreams be low
Billows of breeze coming through, soothingly true, slow and below
Hastily, I wished my loved ones goodnight, and gave my final hellos to my homeward fellows
After a little stargazing in the gentle breeze, I slept on my pillow of smooth yellow
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Commentary
This poem is built almost entirely on one sound. Nearly every line ends in the long o, so that the rhyme itself feels like the soft, repeating push of a breeze.
A night wind blows through the window and the speaker’s heart softens. “Billows of breeze” bring coldness, yet the mind settles as “Many thoughts went to zero” and there is “no sorrow to borrow.”
The speaker turns to prayer, drawing to “fellowship with the Most Hallowed” and asking to be guided so that life may become “a good willow,” bending without breaking. The wish is for a sleep that is not “hollow” and dreams that are not “low.”
Before bed the speaker wishes “loved ones goodnight,” sends “final hellos” to “homeward fellows,” and looks at the stars in the “gentle breeze.” The poem ends on a picture of sleep, resting “on my pillow of smooth yellow.”