Petits XIV

a relief-ful sleep

a deep pressed sleep

a well steeped sleep

a much welcomed sleep

a tumble less slumber

an uninterrupted doze

now i bring my eyes to close

and sleep with peace on my mind

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an often seen post

“be happy for yourself”

“make yourself happy first”

“your happiness depends on you”

“you make your happiness”

“you are the creator of your joy”

a superficial toast to what one wants to be

but without you….i cannot seem to find myself

let alone find the joy sunken low within me

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another deadline written in the air

another supposed timely due date

another task for my fickle patience

arduous it is to wait and not waste away a little more each time

the outside world

the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning

the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets

many arms
tossed between them
a head

many arms
held a woman
possessed

and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen

in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
imagined
things that
had yet to
happen
but determined
that they would.

To sleep…

i will write no more…

for sleep beckons with warmth
and promises of
peaceful slumber

and though the couplets
waltz hand in hand

and imagery sings wittily
with coy metaphors

and though the muses
swirl alluringly by

and the rubious rhymes
taste sweet and tartly

i will write no more…

heavy clouds sit upon my eyelashes
and drowsiness tugs me gently away
with soft zephyr whispers

and though my pen persists
the dream sands engulf me
from a far off oasis

and so i will write no more
no more
no

for now