I’m up. I’m up. My eyes drift close again. I’m up! The house is quiet. Every one is asleep. As I struggle to pull words out One by one.

Poem TWENTY has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 18 August 2016.

Clarity rings through the darkness of induced sleep. The fog of yesterday clinging to the present day. It has no hold, it has no sway, just a whiff of ancient smells. See, hear, feel, know what has changed, know what has always been. Searching for…

promises sleep and dreams are suffocated by Ambien death becomes a play told in three acts my favorite part is the end.

A lifetime of thoughts happens In the minutes, sometimes hours Before I close my eyes The worlds that never were, But might be – if I write them down The morning after, or even now If I reach for the notebook by the bed The…

  Silence falls tonight, my eyes unable to see my lovely silver orb of light. I see no heavens, no earth, no beacons of light, shining from millions of miles away in the celestial seas of unknown delights.   So many unknowns I’ve dreamt about,…

Awake . . .  My eye are open My mind is still sleeping; In a way. I want to go back to sleep; Still I am here… Creating… Not very well . . I’d venture, right now. This is not my time . . ….

Sleek and liquid as melted chocolate it slips through my cells. Enrobed in delicious delirium, I am an unaware time traveller, prisoner to pieces of yesterday hurling into tomorrow.

Mellow hollow, shaped by time, Safe, familiar, soft and warm. Where I sleep, sit and recline, Dawn to noon, to dusk, to dawn I mostly live inside my head, And leave my body on my bed. Prompt: Sleep Form: Ode