Marathon
Tried to go for broke,
but its true it’s not easy,
no less gave it my all,
even when it got cheesy,
most def do it again,
stirred my soul and my pen,
should of started with the Half-Marathon.
The End.
Having Slept
I slept.
I never do without it.
Up for an hour to finish
But I slept.
My old mind.
My old body
Cannot
Not
Sleep!
Not just to dream
Sometimes I wish I didn’t
Sometimes just to lay still
And heal.
I sleep.
I never go without it.
And so, and so, and so…
Goodnight again, my friends.
Sweet dreams.
Everything
Awoken at 3.
Reflective pre-conversation.
Summoned by the King.
Obvious observation.
Chosen, appointed, anointed.
Spiritual interpretation.
Instructions today.
Meaningful connotation.
Obedient through discipline.
Universal education.
Deep sigh of relief.
Steps won’t need wishin’.
Unconditional God, Lord, King.
Another day another mission.
Overdue
Weary body tries
stifling yawning sighs.
Droopy heavy eyes.
Needing you.
Craving you.
Longing for you.
Yearning to drift
to your soft caress.
Vital reboot
halving my breaths.
Glorious sleep,
mysterious deep.
Closest thing to heaven
we’ll ever know.
Spaceball
Like a log I will fall
Into my Yucatan bed
Like a cosmic fireball
Throwing up behind me
the thin veil
of atmospheric sheets,
I will climb
mountain ranges of pillows
And swim
In seas of warmness
And blankets
And silent sleep will find me
Like I found this bedly planet
And the doodle bug will find a nook
In the warm leg cranny of a meteoric crook
And she will generate heat
Keeping the stone warm
Until the great stone hatches
And I emerge reborn, rejuvenated, refreshed
Twenty four
Sleep
It’s absolutely what I need
In 24 hours
I’ve had
Little to no sleep
Icarus 19/24
Legend has it
That you died that day
When your wings
Could not stand the strain
And melted
In the heat of the Sun…
Legend may have it wrong
Since last night
I could have sworn
I saw you
In full flight
As you victoriously
Passed through
The Silver Light
Of the Full Moon…
Icarus –
Why don’t you
Drop me a line?
I would like to know
For sure if it was you –
And if it really was,
Then please share
Your secret with me…
For someday,
When Time is right,
I would like
To also fly away
On wings that can
Withstand the test
Against every
Adversity…
© 2015 Antoinette LeRoux
#25bis – Angel without wings
Mum, mum, there is an angel
In my room
…
Really?
Where is it?
Near the window
Really? I cannot see it
Oh Mum, I am sorry
You cannot see it
I can see it clearly
And even talk with him
He told me you’re the best mum
In the whole universe
I believe everything he says
Because he is just right
About you
You really are
The best mum in the world
And I am not just talking
About our planet
I am sure that anywhere in the Universe
On all the planets
There is nowhere
A more awesome mum
Than you
I repeat
You’re the best mum in all the Universe
Of all time
You make me cry
Come in my arms
And enjoy your dear friend
The angel without wings
How do you know
He has no wings
You just told me
No mum I didn’t
You can hear the angel
And I am sure he can hear you
Too
Not seeing him
Is not important
If you can talk with him
You will now be guided
We will now be guided
By the same
Angel without wings
I Doubt It, That’s Why
I must doubt
That I can lose
This weight.
To live without
A sip of booze
Then wait.
And wait, and wait, and wait
For the scales to tip
And salt to not best me.
It’s maddening.
I must doubt
That I have time
To try
To be about
The need to climb
So high.
It’s saddening.
I must doubt
I have the will
To be
Someone with clout
And thinner still
Than me.
Too gladdening.
Poem 24: To Sleep, Perchance
To dream, but dreams are lost,
for it’s been years since I’ve
remembered mine. I didn’t get
to write my own version of
“The Road Less Taken,” although
I meant to try. Perhaps I’ve lived it,
or will, before I’m done. I know this,
that there is no sleep today, or in
many days to come. I have promises
to keep, and miles to go, many miles
ahead. Where they will take me,
I do not know. But I know I’ll be there,
to meet the rest of myself, when I arrive.
And life, and the memory of it, will be
there, too, I hope and pray. Let me
remember my life better than I
have remembered my dreams, until
I am too old to do anything but sleep.