sleep – Poetic Meanderings

Lullaby

I feel heavy, weighted, like there is lead lining my pockets, stones filling my head, and every part of me feels pulled to bed, but I take one last look, step under a glowing moon cradled in the crook of our bare-limbed pear-tree, just hovering near, reminding me dreams await, and so I surrender toContinue reading “Lullaby”

Slipstream

“I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise…” — Anne Bronte Just one more note, a crescendo stilling me to rest, the coming silence welcome — may it ease me into a slipstream of unconsciousness, the place of dreaming, the place where the grappling sound finds image, diffusing the day’sContinue reading “Slipstream”

Preamble

“A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.” — Charlotte Brontë I’d like to just sit here with no real agenda, no more checklist, even though my work- space is filled with yellow sticky notes, I let that fade far off and away, allow the weariness to settle, my body sinking, the sun sagging low asContinue reading “Preamble”

Contented

I sit before bedtime, tapping at my computer, admiring the frayed edges of my favorite hoodie, the sleeves pulled over the back of my hands so that just my fingers stretch out to type. I see you at your desk, a plaid flannel robe, the thick collar pulled high on your neck, and you don’tContinue reading “Contented”