Sturdy Sometimes all that’s left To round things out When thinking fast or slow Is the study of the oldest art A sleep perchance to dream To dream and wake refreshed Our body feeling well and strong Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.
Tag: sleep
#22- The one with no sleep
No sleep for hours on end, Inches away from penning an ode on my bed, Haven’t even risen to stretch and bend, Typing away with one hand on my head. My eyes burning, rimmed red, But I keep going, I keep fighting, Only a mere…
Desperately Seeking Sleep
I want more, but can’t ever seem to get it. It sometimes creeps up on me when I least expect, one moment doing something, and the next coming to, fuzzy mind and thoughts, wondering what happened, a little drool on my chin where my mouth…
Slumber Done – hour 1
My sleep is done this ain’t no fun am I the only one who hates the morning? My body says no to work I won’t go a few snoozes, tho will it really help? But this poem here is ringing in my ear…
The Finish Line (hour 21, prompt 21)
The night’s dragging on forever And yet time is flying by Dripping poetry in our wake As we pen words with a sigh 24 poems in 24 hours A creative’s crazy dream Push your talent to its limit Like a seamstress’ outer seam Now…
Hour 20 Prompt: Sleepless
Rise and fall- the rhythm of life I hear her mellow breath By my side. The room is dark Not quite black For in my palm An enchanted rock Glows blue white Fighting against the darkness Encroaching, shrouding My weary face Saggy eyes Ruffled, tousled…
The Alarm Clock
Ring ring ring In sleep’s warm arms I lay I hear thee not In sweet slumber soft But you ring ring ring While the Blackbirds sing Into the mellow morning mist Perched upon dew laden branches. I drift oblivious Like a babe rocking in a…
Be Still
Be still, mind Let those thoughts seep out of your porous shell Don’t take it personally He had a bad day, perhaps too little sleep You took the high way, apologized and made peace Let those thoughts seep out of your porous shell And bother…
Prompt 1-I am
9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing… 12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up… 3 am, twilight shrouds…
Hour Twleve: A Moment of Triumph
Author’s Note: Yet another time and the last time I will be ignoring a prompt in this 2017 Poetry Marathon. I will be concluding this marathon with a poem about a dream I had. Enjoy reading. I once was in a sacred cave that had…