Scritch, scritch, scratch,
there I am again
teetering
on the edge of sleep
clutching a ball point
oh Elpis
I left a message for you on a slip
inside Pundora’s box
folded inside disturbed sleep
these desperate disordered times
are too many sheep for me to count
jumping
running
fumbling in the gloom.
Scritch, scritch, scratch,
quickly, lock me in
and I will vote for you in the morning
my children
none of them have tails
perhaps we will never be well again
docked
writing nonsenses
criss cross
dressing hurriedly
dashing in our hither thither
setting our souls on tenterhooks…
A bit-owhimsy do I see? Loved it!>KB
Thank you KB – this one helped me sleep.
Hello! Love the rhythm and sounds.
Hello dear Audra, We get the chance to vote here, in local elections today. Goodness knows what the future holds.
Ahhhh
I am rarely happy on Election Day.
🙂
hold on – isn’t it the middle of the night there?
430 am and you?
9.30am – sitting in the breakfast sunshine kitchen. Not sleeping tonight then?
Oh no I slept. Just got up at 345. Early riser. Breakfast sunshine. What a lovey image.
That’s an impressive early rise – I hope the sun smiles for you soon
Thank you my friend. You have a smashing good day as well.
I’ve nominated you for a Liebster Blogger Award. Check out my last post if you want to accept the nomination.
Thank you for thinking of my poems, Matthew x