Napping

Written for:  Carpe Diem #784 hirune (nap)
Write a poem in the same sense, tone, and spirit as:

a midday nap
putting the feet against the wall
it feels cool

© Basho (Tr. R.H. Blyth)

chilly coolness
my feet on the wall
a midday nap

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

this summerday
the heat makes me drowsy –
the cool stone wall

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

On my glider
sun blurs words of book.  I wake
to fluttering pages

© Sara McNulty

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.nl/

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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