WHERE SLEEP HAS GONE
Where has my sleep gone
once so peaceful; readily at hand
Now I finally drift off at 2 am
words comes to me at 5
demanding to be written down
Sleep, “Why do you delay
denying the solitude I seek?”
Who sends messages
disrupting my dreams
interfering with my waking?
Where has my sleep gone?
BENT GLASSES
I bent my glasses
this morning
falling asleep in them
after waking at 5 am
to write down
thoughts that woke me
Screaming in my head
to be heard
to be recognized
to be announced
to be shared with the universe
Before falling asleep again
pad in one hand
pen in the other
glasses falling off
bent under the pillow Arlene Sandra Bice (C) 2015
I like it but…does this mean we are getting old?
Dawn Dleen Mullen
Age has nothing to do with it. It is the creativity that turns and turmoils in my sleep, the items that get crowded out in daylight hours, urging me to wake up and get it down on paper or computer.