Living On Borrowed Time
Dreaming In The Moonlight
Lying in bed - under my silky smooth sheets
The flashbacks of the day’s events - never skip a beat
I take in 3 breaths, hold them - exhale and repeat
Routines of relaxation, steps that help me to sleep
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Gazing out of the window
Singing songs to the moon
Keeping an eye on the alarm clock
Morning light comes too soon
Beautiful dreamer is stuck in my head
The melody and the moonlight - my imagination unsaid
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Such peace floats around me
In this twilight time of day
Where dreams and reality
Mingle together to play
When the starlight comes calling
Slumber must wait for the sun
In the dead of the night
There is so much to be done
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To disappear in a moment
A dreamlike fantasy
Is worth more than the slumber
Beautiful -whimsically
Easing the fear of tomorrow
Defying gravity
Waking tired, yet rested - in time borrowed, not free
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Baby Shark Meets The Man In The Moon
Karens underwear are twisted tight She’s seems pretty mad at me I guess I pissed her off again While I was fast asleep * What she doesn’t realize is When you wander in dreamlike states Your head floats around in a metaphoric cloud I didn’t mean to sling feces in her face * In my mind I was a monkey - showing my utmost disapproval Of the grub they offered to me on that plate So when I flung my chunky monkey toward the cage they locked me in - Only then did I recognize it was her face * The moon sure has had a grip on me Last night I dreamt, I was the ocean Getting pushed and pulled in every direction Like I’d been drinking Neal Armstrongs - magic potion * Waving hello and goodbye to the shore, then stealing away all it’s sand A true give and take or I’ll drown you - relationship Until, I fell out of bed * Being chased by an unruly school of fish Under the moon all alone in the dark I was embarrassed when the light revealed It was Graysons tiny pillow - baby shark * So if I must apologize Dear Karen, I truly hope that you understand I was under the spell of the man in the moon Playing tricks with my hourglass sand
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Beautiful piece, as usual. Well done.
I like it, very nice