“silent, like sleep”

Written for:  The Twiglets #227 - silent, like sleep

Bedroom seemed silent,
we thought he was asleep,
'til he snorted like a tea kettle.

Only the sleep of the dead
is silent.

she sleeps soundly
no expression on her face
chaos in nightmares

         That guy's gonna sleep with the fishes
        said the Mob boss.  Those were his wishes
              He sent out his goons
             with some cement shoes
        and the fishes found him delicious!


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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9 Responses to “silent, like sleep”

  1. Kathleen says:

    Ha ! The mob, and the fishes !!


  2. poetrybydebi says:

    I can relate to the first one. Ha


  3. Jules says:

    Such fun reads. I thought I didn’t snore until I actually woke myself up!
    Hey…fishes need to eat too 😉


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