It is exquisite torture to succumb To the desire to rest upon the bed While finding heavy eyelids bothersome, As lower droops the hebetudinous head. But even as the lids rejoice to meet, The brain cries out that tasks remain undone, Thus jerking you awake – “Did I complete A sonnet? No? May I post … Continue reading July 31: Finishing Down
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July 12: Idle Theme
O daydreams, become nightdreams when I sleep, And let my slumbering mind elect stay Wrapped up in luscious pleasure for to steep Repose in bliss, and keep nightmares at bay. For yearning daydreams much prefer to play While masquerading as reality Which makes them lack the breathtaking array Of the subconscious mind in reverie. So … Continue reading July 12: Idle Theme
April 24: Good Decisions
Bleary and sore, I haul myself from bed, My body moving automatically Receiving little guidance from my head, Ablutions thus performed erratically-- My contact lenses weary eyes refuse, So spectacles elucidate the sight Of undereyes as purple as a bruise; A confirmation of a restless night. As wakefulness begins its penetration Of murky memory, I … Continue reading April 24: Good Decisions
January 26: There’s The Rub
What one can do on any given day Sometimes amazes, when reflected on, But other times it brings profound dismay To think of all the tasks one left undone. Such days can lead to restless, fitful nights In which the mind can't be dissuaded from Revisiting one's slips and oversights; Obsessively accounting what's to come, … Continue reading January 26: There’s The Rub
January 19: What Dreams May Come
I closed a book of poems and my eyes, And as I drifted softly into sleep, A voice inside my mind began to rise Mellifluous enough to make one weep. I can't recall exactly what it said, If Shelley, Blake, or Keats, I couldn't say. My body froze, as if though full of dread, Anticipating … Continue reading January 19: What Dreams May Come
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