I hear photographs speak,
brush my teeth with thoughts,
and walk barefoot through
the alphabet under a forty watt moon.
Surrounded by poets on bookshelves,
I ink verses until “finished” releases me
from wide awake dreams.
Attempting to snake charm sleep
with yawns, I cap my pen
and surrender to daylight
winking on the horizon.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
Comments
ZQ
I believe you and I are the latest bloggers around on the Toads. My normal bedtime is between midnight and one, that can vary up or down, mostly later.
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