Ohh for a full nights sleep

 

Its dark outside

The bed is made

There are teddies all over the place

We’ve read all the books

Exhausted ourselves

Now it’s time for bed

 

We’ve sung lots of songs

Hummed lullaby’s

And still there’s chattering voices.

The night light is on

It’s time to sleep

And then a yawn is heard

 

The bedroom goes quiet

Two girls are asleep

Hooray we can go to bed

And then the mutiny starts

The howling the crying

The getting out of bed

 

there’s no peace in our house

Nothing is quiet

The noises are loud

There’s jumping from the bed

Then it stops, quiet at last

We sleep and then the alarm clock starts

 

We’ve been very patient

But two girls get up

Chatty and full of life

And Grandad and I

With bags under our eyes

Just want a full nights sleep

Alone

Day 26 of Napowrimo

 

That lance of light that slid across the dark

I watch as it swiftly disappeared

That cloak of darkness shrouds the light

Time ticks as I wait for it to depart

That blanket of quietness masking every sound

I listen for a sign I am not alone

That cloud of stillness resonating around me

I feel its coldness on my skin

That weight of heaviness as I fall asleep

I am unaware of time slipping by

That shard of light that peeps through the curtains

I am still alone, in the tranquility of morning.

Childhood morning

Morning has started

I listen from my bed

Birds chirping loudly

The electricity wakes

The shipping forecast

Talks from the bathroom

The kettle whistles

The shower hums

Familiar voices drift upwards

The clock strikes,

with 7 cuckoo chirps

the washing machine whirs

its on a top speed

and in just a moment

A voice will shout

Are you up yet?

As if you could sleep

through the electricity din

Of the house waking up

Once again.

Inspiration lacking

inspiration

ideas not flowing

brain is resting

tiredness has joined me

desperate for sleep.

Looking for solutions

where do they hide

searching for a question

answers lost deep inside

the sun would help

warm rays comforting

yet dark clouds cover

and coldness surrounds.

I search for the answers

they are deep in my soul

inspiration is coming

inner voice opens up

relaxation and sleep

creativity returns

My faithful Dog

I wonder what your thinking

your eyebrows raise often

you blink when the sun hits your face

you lie still, one ear cocked up

The sun falls on your black fur

There is an auburn tint I’ve not seen before

you snore gently

your body rises with each breath

you look like your chasing rabbits

one eye opens just to check im still here

I wonder what you see

I wonder what you dream

I wonder what your thinking

You look happy and serene

my very faithful friend.

 

4am

It’s 4 am again

no moonlight

stagnant warm air

dark as the ace of spaces

foxes screaching

owls hooting

the clock ticks loudly

my heart thunders in my head

my mind wanders

everything seems deafining

every worry is enormous

every ache is intensified.

I am so tired

I just want sleep

will I ever drift off

or will I have to meditate

4 am is not a good time

to be awake