(Poem 217 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Clean sheets soothe my skin
and cocoon me in comfort
while I hibernate.
@Home Studio on 8/18/24 @ 8:48pm – 217th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Clean Sheets photos to accompany my poem:
All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.
All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.
(Poem 95 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
I just woke up from
nap number 8,943.
My grandson was
supposed to wake
me up when my
alarm went off on
my phone he was
borrowing to play
his video games.
He did not do his
job, and I slept until
fully rested for once.
I had so much energy
that I was able to
clean out the cupboard
under the stairs and
organize the wrapping
paper and vacuum
the floor and sort the
donations and more.
I think I’m ready for
nap number 8,944.
@Home Studio – 95th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Sleep photos to accompany my poem:
(Poem 73 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Sleep is my favorite activity.
I think it always has been.
It’s just a little harder now
to reach the perfect bliss.
When I was young and firm,
sleep came easy, just dripped
like candle wax on my pillow.
Now I need my cpap machine,
a supersonic fan on blast,
the right kind of darkness
that blocks out memory,
the right kind of quiet
that sets the stage for dreams,
the perfect temperature set,
all my pillows plumped just so,
my grounding sheets tucked,
and my husband by my side.
@Home Studio – 73rd poem of the year
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