If you want to read some better poetry, Diane - who has taken over the hosting of this challenge - and Mimi of
Messymimi's Meanderings - who also supplies us with topics - are writing wonderful, funny,
thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and
read.
Karen of
Baking in a Tornado
has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month -
may we hope for more!
SpikesBestMate
often publishes a nice verse in the comments.
Jenny at
Procrastinating Donkey
who has been a faithful participant, is slowly returning to blogging after her husband's passing from
this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of
prayers her way. And dare we hope that she will join Poetry Monday again.
This Monday's topic is Sleep. Precious, refreshing, long or short, but all too often elusive.
In evening I fall asleep
I don't resort to counting sheep:
But in the early morning hour
I am awake, there around four.
I lie me down,
I toss and frown,
Roll in a heap,
I almost weep.
The night is deep,
The shadows creep,
The headlights sweep ...
At last, when I go back to sleep,
The alarm clock goes beep, beep, beep!
Next Mondays topic is: Peculiar People
Love your heartfelt poem. It is no wonder that so many cultures use sleep deprivation as a form of torture. It is.
SvarSletAnd I would love to sleep the whole night through - which hasn't happened in far too long...
Thanks Charlotte, I have weird sleeping patterns but refuse to be alarmed by them anymore. I am myself, unique in my needs and comfort levels.
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Ah, yes, just as i fall asleep, it's time to wake up. That happens and it is so frustrating.
SvarSletYou penned a poem most of us can relate to.
Hahahahaha! And . . . yes!
SvarSlet