RSS Feed

Catch Some Sleep

sleep has left town from
the train station, late at night.
Fog, of course.
And sleep is the train
I almost caught not by
running down the platform
but by (sleepily) switching
metaphors to stand in
a cool river wearing waders
breathing in the damp clean
air Sleep is the clever fish.
One testing tug
then gone. If only
I’d held myself differently
I might be asleep right now
instead of back at the station
unread novel unopened
on my rumpled lap
floor covered with scattered
fish hooks shiny with
shed scales
hoping another train
swims by soon.

One response »

  1. So well put. I know the feeling! Oh the frustration and the exhaustion of it – do hope you catch the sleep train soon and stay on board.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

A Hundred Falling Veils

there's a poem in every day

The Novel Bunch

aka: The Happy Bookers

Red Wolf Prompts

I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"

typewriter rodeo

custom poems on vintage typewriters

A Poet in Time

One Poet's Writing Practice

Writing the Day

A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014

Invisible Horse

Living in the moment

%d bloggers like this: