the air sleeps

Written for:  The Twiglets #122 – “the air sleeps”

The air sleeps,
but does it dream?

She sleepwalks
on many a cold night,
and does not feel
the frigid air.

On a still summer evening
in a tranquil setting
you can hear the air sleeping.

A fine well-bred fellow from Crete
would unwittingly fall asleep
On his wedding night
he passed out like a light.
A mortified bride cried, if only I’d known ‘fore I leaped.

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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8 Responses to the air sleeps

  1. A beautiful sequence Sara, I especially love the still summer evening where ‘you can hear the air sleeping’ 💜 xxx


  2. Violet Lentz says:

    I too, was drawn to the line about hearing the night sleep. It made me think of all the little sounds in nature that make up the night .. Nicely done!


  3. Mike Bayles says:

    I like this poem.


  4. Jules says:

    I enjoyed your short verse… I have known folks to talk in there sleep.
    I even watched a movie once with a sleep walker…
    Fun Limerick. Poor bride 🙂


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