Month: February 2016

A silly sleepy poem

I’ve been immersed in rewriting my novel and so have neglected my blog. And what do I pick to post for my comeback, but a silly little poem. There will be more soon. And better. Again. I promise.

Until then . . . Enjoy.

 

 

So tired

I lie my head

in the crook of my arm—

 

But why’s it a crook

for what’s it stolen?

If anything

my arm’s a saint

for letting me sleep here—

 

So tired

I lie my head

in the saint

of my arm

 

and sleep

the sleep

of the just.

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