02 Thursday Feb 2017
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
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Sleep to forget
All that is, to remember
Lose yourself in a world
Of clouds and sunshine
Of stars and moon glow
Of faraway and here
Sleep
It escapes you
And finds you
At ill-chosen times
Sleep to remember
All that is, to forget
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15 Sunday Jan 2017
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Eyes grow weary, vision blurred
Thoughts inside me, ever stirred
Laying down my head to sleep
Hoping that these words can keep
Until I can, again, awaken
And let these thoughts, again, be shaken
Free from where they dwell, beguiled
A million sentences, running wild
Alas, they do not let me slumber
These thoughts and words,
I must disencumber
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02 Friday Dec 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Sleep, sweet angel, til morning’s light
Heaven will comfort you, through the night
The grace of God will protect and guide
With momma and poppa, by your side
Sleep, sweet angel, under sky’s delight
Dreams come alive, in the soft moonlight
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24 Monday Oct 2016
Posted in Fiction
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In the wee hours, she is awakened by three distinct knocks. Glancing at her husband, she scowls at him. He is blissfully sleeping. Something is wrong. He’s usually the one who hears the noises. But not tonight. Tonight, only she is summoned by the hidden ones, who rustle you from a deep sleep, then disappear. Will they knock again?
Silence returns her to her journey back to dreamland, until, a whisper in the dark reminds her, not tonight. Tonight, she is the one who must answer the call. Disturbing no one, she gets out of bed, dons her robe and disappears into the darkness. Cursing under her breath, she closes the bedroom window, reminding herself to tell her husband to cut the branch that keeps knocking against the pane, when it dances with the wind.
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20 Thursday Oct 2016
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This is the hour that suits me most
The time of night when I play host
To a stubborn muse who refuses to sleep
Who keeps me from my slumber deep
“Write the words”, she screams at me
Buzzing about, like an angry bee
No use arguing with this chick
Her mood swings come on pretty quick
I try to snooze, unsuccessfully
She tugs on my hair, quite like a bully
And then she lightens up her tone
She knows I need to be alone
To write the words that swirl in my head
The ones she whispered before SHE went to bed
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