.
With haste I succumb
to the draw of Morpheus
for a thousand winks.
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by Scooj
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With haste I succumb
to the draw of Morpheus
for a thousand winks.
.
by Scooj
So what time is this?
I growl at my daughter, who
rises after lunch.
by Scooj
Sleep overwhelms and
in parallel burdens me;
jobs I have not done.
by Scooj
Vagabonds and thieves
shady felons of the night;
clothes hang from a door.
by Scooj
* Guess who didn’t sleep too well last night?
At four forty nine
the stairs creak and I wake up
a nightmare enters.
by Scooj
That delicious calm;
shallow breaths, stillness, silence
fleeting contentment.
by Scooj
Phrase from my daughter
‘eye bogies’ had me laughing
I called them ‘sand men’.
by Scooj
Our tummies rumble
waiting for the alarm clock
both awake asleep.
by Scooj
Summer afternoon
slumber abruptly ended
by a hungry cat.
by Scooj
Forty winks snatched high
in the air, hidden from the
wreckless crowd below.
by Scooj