Sheets
Have you seen my figure
This darkening intriguer
Sleepless singing wise
Comfort him fabric
Forgive his belting voice
Pity me sleep
Unfold my neck
Idle my lashes
And let me find them
My gone ones
Ascend me
Let them recognize me
Joy spell dreams
Grant hours for minutes
And when you descend me
Whisper the route
I’m a person that often has bouts of insomina, so my relationship with sleep is more hostile, or when it’s really bad, just begging and pleading to the sleep gods to knock me out. I like this, it has some of the echoes of a prayer and a magical language.
We would be best of friends. I count and count heaps and sheeps, nothing. Wrestling sheets
Definitely whisper the route…Anything louder, and I’m back awake…This is wonderful, Mari….
Thanks darling, still so zonked . .
Sleepless and yet generating such a wonderful poem,
I wonder, are you getting ready for Easter Eggs aplenty?
Enjoy your day and more importantly, your evening
Androgoth Xx
Keystrokes were heavy eventually surrendering
I don’t celebrate the orthodox
But if you do, may it be joyous . .
Mari,
It’s beautiful. You think if I recite it to Lord Evil Poppy, she’ll grant us a few hours of shut eyes?
Le Clown
Ha, doubt it much. Sleep is at her mercy : )
i’m feeling a little more than insomnia here, or i’m reading too far into it.
You guessed right
i’m better at poetry, deciphering, usually, but i’m a little out of practice.
I like that
well, i like what you like. to like. like..yeah. yo yo. peace out. (that’s about all i got)
Magnificent!
Wow… great piece Mari. You have summed up my sleepless nights here and made a maserpiece as well! “and when you descend me whisper the route” Love it!!
Aw thank you Robyn. To come awake is the bitter sweet, always wanting the route : )