No wonder – zzz’s – fails to attempt
Lash curling my silence it’s thundering bed
God rains with high hopes tilting my bolts
Such fury it purples my room moaning tall
Do I wait for sound poundings
Or ponder the lightning
Regardless I am scared
You’ve made yourself manly
Sheep me the right to find my dear sleep
Nestle me tight and sake poets dreams
I wish for this often….poet dreams aren’t always fun…
: ) they are. .
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Hello Mari,
I am surrounded by sheep on this green island. I read your poems daily (or whenever they surface) and they always stir a deep sense of creativity and freedom within.
I’m sure this is not the first time, but……….
I have nominated your wonderful blog for a ‘Versatile Blogger Award’ (http://versatilebloggeraward.wordpress.com/).
I felt humbled in gaining recognition from a fellow blogger, whom I respect, and as a result, have connected with a load more wonderful folk; sharing through words and images this incredible collective experience we are all having.
The ‘turtle’ started small and is maturing slowly, it is nice to hear of people reading and enjoying my reflections on the ride.
See the original turtle post here:
http://leroywatson4.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/riding-effortlessly-on-a-large-green-turtle-nominated-for-a-the-versatile-blogger-award/
Good luck with all……
Peace and Light,
Lee
Lee, humbled with your recognition. Reading my words has served me purposeful. And I thank you, and the herds.
Sheeps are simply lovely. . I will create a post to thank everyone that has nominated my words and blog, peace evermore. Thank you – M
But it is a delightful write! I loved your use of words!
Thank Wendell : )
Yes Mari… create poetry that lulls us all to sleep – too many insomniacs here:) Great as always dear one…
: ) – you are a gem xo – thank you
sending love to Texas !
really good mari. i really like the line with high hopes tilting the bolts. even though it can be tied to being an insomniac, but i can see the manic leaping around like lightning as well.