Sep. 22nd, 2010

butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
The painful confrontation with morning,
The assault of chiming alarm and crying cat,
Arrives with the regularity of a freight train;
On this timetable, I am never ready to wake.

Afternoon sleep is easier than night's
A few hours privately enjoyed
Closing my eyes to sun and finding sun again,
or sometimes twilight, when I am ready to wake.

The most delicious hours are those
Between dawn and eight, or ten
After premature birth into to the day
Going back to bed again, until I am ready to wake.

Living becomes a butterfly's flight between rests,
Within the fractures of dreams, my life,
But oh this craving for more of both sleep and life,
To leave the things it loves most, my soul, unready.

Poems!

Sep. 22nd, 2010 09:22 pm
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
I did a little journal cleaning tonight. Not only am I lazy about putting poems into cD at all (only a fraction even get typed up or looked at again), I was lazy about getting them into Memories. I'm going to start being better about both of those things.

90 poems by me

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