A poem - Sleep

Lie there,

Bare,

Almost innocent,

Energy spent,

Conclude the day,

The best way,

Sleep.

Jerk and twist,

Lost in the mist,

Of a dream,

Things that seem,

So real,

Part of the deal,

Of sleep.

Calm, still,

I will

Relinquish

The anguish,

Ending the day,

The only way:

Sleep. 

Once again, an old one :-) I really should do some writing but I wanted to post something.

Some poems

These have been previously published but I still own the rights to them so I thought I might as well share:

Cat’s Eye.

Curled up there in the corner,
You give me the evil eye.
That powerful stare
Is intended to scare
And I feel a shiver down my spine.

Such a hypnotic gaze
From your tiny black face.
Feline finesse, a
Bright light in darkness;
Is the magic little window to your soul.


Published in the Anthology Our Little Friends published by a division of Forward Press, in 2004.


Grey

I cannot see beyond the grey,
What out there wants me for its prey?
I hear no music, silence rules here -
I must not let it smell my fear.
When will the grey turn into day?

Though a non-believer, I still pray
To a different god, my own way.
Nothing at all is at all clear –
I cannot see.

When the time comes, to take my pay;
No one to tell me if I may
Go here or there – I shall be freer
Than wind and rain, with music to hear.
But for the moment, life is grey.
I cannot see.

Published in the Anthology The Ultimate Rondeau Collection published by a division of Forward Press, in 1998.


That's all for now though I may post more another time!