Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #420
To sleep, Perchance
"I’ve been having a recurrence of my sleep issues … it’s all that’s on my mind of late. So to exorcize those demons, I’m asking for sleep poems. Poems about sleep, not to put me to sleep. Getting the words out of my system may have great effect."
lost her sheep,
and could not
go to sleep.
slept a long time
She was shrewdly
awaiting kiss of a prince.
Snow White slept well
after fear and escape.
The dwarves treated her swell,
unbeknownst to queen with lying mirror.
Rip Van Winkel, simple farmer
strolled in to the Catskills.
Met some gnomes. It was his karma
to drink their spirits and sleep twenty years.
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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