This week let’s write a sleep poem. It could be a lullaby or a lament for lost sleep. Just write something and don’t forget to post it in the comments below before nodding off.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Sleep
I walk downtown, past the old pizza shop
along uneven slabs of cement
the cat, with her kitten in her mouth
striding with all four paws off the ground
walking, looking from Kenny, getting the car
4:52 AM, dazzled by the harsh glow of an old LED clock
two more hours
I go back, looking for that cat
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Posted by Chris Clarke | May 19, 2020, 9:35 PMOpps. “” aren’t picked up…
walk downtown, past the old pizza shop
along uneven slabs of cement
the cat, with her kitten in her mouth
striding with all four paws off the ground
walking, looking from Kenny, getting the car
(but Kenny died in 1987)
4:52 AM, dazzled by the harsh glow of an old LED clock
two more hours
I go back, looking for that cat
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Posted by Chris Clarke | May 19, 2020, 9:38 PMLove the dreaminess of this. Thanks for sharing!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 19, 2020, 9:44 PMI must remember:
do not read or write poetry
before bed.
It is much too stimulating.
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Posted by JeanMarie | May 18, 2020, 1:46 PMVery nice! At least your insomnia is productive.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 18, 2020, 5:47 PMGoodness YES! I know this one all too well.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 18, 2020, 8:03 PMA Lullaby
When the wind blows
The trees grow old
My baby’s in a sleep
All my worries unfold
When the sun rises
The new day begins
My heart’s filled with hope
watching my baby grow
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | May 18, 2020, 8:18 AMVery cute. Thanks for posting!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 18, 2020, 5:46 PMSweetly Done! Love the softness of this.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 18, 2020, 8:03 PMThanks Lisa!
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | May 18, 2020, 8:40 PM