Stolen Sleep

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #204

words:  through, clay, burns, wild, end, sleep, dream, tongues, beginnings, powers, am, stolen

Stolen sleep burns
in wild dreams. I am through
with having no power
over beginnings or ends.
I am tired of watching
claymation figures talk
in tongues.  For one night,
let there be no dreams.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to Stolen Sleep

  1. Jae Rose says:

    When sleep is no longer a reprieve life really does seem exhausting..a lovely deep sleep is most desirable and often hard to find..i hope it comes back soon


  2. whimsygizmo says:

    This is TIGHT, ma’am. Excellent. So much in so few words.


  3. Myrna Zach says:

    but what would be the point of sleeping?

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