I'm sitting down tapping away and thinking of something inspiring to share, what might be interesting to some may not be to others. So it seems I will trust in my instinct and share whatever comes my way, sparking the interest of hopefully a few.
Poetry for me encapsulates freedom, freedom to write in any style on any subject, my hand obeying my heart and head in motion. It offers an escape, a way of release, emptying a headcase from a head on overload. Not always is it to release stress, sometimes purely to offload and feel lighter.
My sleep pattern is on derail
Colliding in and out of
Peaceful slumber
Trying to relax my mind
I'm not even worrying
Just working on overtime
Where's the off button
When you need it?
Creeping up the walls gradually
I try talking 'pillow talk'
More like stuffing the pillow
Over the head of the incumbent snorer
Sleep remains a mystery to me
The candle lit lavender aroma
Does nothing but smell pleasant
Nightly charms spring into mind
Branding their promise land
I think I'll bandage my head to make
It feel better, kicking in the first aid
In the hope of dislodging the
Can't sleep factor
I try putting my mind on the shelf
Letting dust attract to
Dull its alert capacity
Pretty impossible
It's a mean machine
Has a life of its own
Beep.......beeep.....
Smacks my brain awake
Travelling into my conscious space
The 'life of its own'
Struggled to take over
I spoke with determination and
Closed it off....to slumber
Grabbing onto the light of day, would I not try to appreciate how 'lady luck' has graced me with another day.....another hour to rub between my fingers....allowing the genie out of the lamp.
LAURA
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