Yes. I write poetry. I love poetry. Actually, I've written a nice
book's-worth of poetry in my lifetime, to the tune of one or two
a year. Most of them are serious, springing from deep emotion.
This one isn't particularly serious, but in the midst of trying to
sleep, I'm sure you'll understand that it CAN be! Enjoy.
book's-worth of poetry in my lifetime, to the tune of one or two
a year. Most of them are serious, springing from deep emotion.
This one isn't particularly serious, but in the midst of trying to
sleep, I'm sure you'll understand that it CAN be! Enjoy.
This poem took me an hour to write. Wide awake on my one
sleep-in day, I composed it in about 15 minutes in bed before I
knew I had to get up and put pen to paper. If I didn’t get up,
I knew I would either stay awake continually thinking about it or
lose the poem.I wrote it in the back of my Art Teachers’ Book of
Lists in about 45 minutes with only minor corrections.
Never did get back to sleep. I call it -
"Sleep-In Day"
sleep-in day, I composed it in about 15 minutes in bed before I
knew I had to get up and put pen to paper. If I didn’t get up,
I knew I would either stay awake continually thinking about it or
lose the poem.I wrote it in the back of my Art Teachers’ Book of
Lists in about 45 minutes with only minor corrections.
Never did get back to sleep. I call it -
"Sleep-In Day"
Gotta pee gotta pee - Hot, hot, hot!
…must…sleep…
One side of me is flat.
Have I moved all night?
Ow ow ow ow.
Sleep.
These bites on my hip… so… itchy…
Why do I go outside?
MUST… SLEEP
pee… hot… itchy itchy itchy
… it’s raining… thirsty… dry lips…
Do I have bites on my elbow too?
…quit
pulling weeds…
…
thanks, Adam and Eve…
Sleep. Sleep… SLEEP!
No.
PEE!
OKAY!
Up.
Stumble. Pee.. A/C… drink… bites…
Back to bed. Aahhhhh.
Purring kitty, fluffy pillows, rain… comfy.
(how much rain?)
Soft kitty, fluffy kitty, heavy kitty…
VERY
heavy kitty!
Purrrrrr………
HEAVY!
Ow ow ow ow!
Move!
(How much rain is there?) Must… look…
NO!
SLEEP!
Rain, rain, rain… sleep… NO!
Okay.
OKAY! Up!
Wow!
Steady! Hard! Rushing!
Inches! A foot?
Glad I finished that castle yesterday.
Do you think the paint dried before the
deluge?
Dripping castle stones, paint puddling in
the rain.
Do… not… think…
Rain.
Sweet pattering.
Dry comfort… thank you, Lord… darkness…
eyes closed… sleep.
Nope.
Eyes POP open… Wide Awake!
Hello world! Time to go outside!
It’s four a.m.
Cindy Johnson, October, 2015
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