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Sleep

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Sleep laps around me as I lie,
Breathe in, two, three, four…
Silence is golden,
Breathe out, two, three, four…

So many kinds of silence,
Peaceful, poignant,
Pregnant, after-shock…
Jane and her dad in Golden Pond,
Long time, no see,
She didn’t hold the key,
Nothing keeps old age away,
Nothing can hold time at bay.

In, two, three, four…
Out, two, three, four…
Sleep washes over me,
Carries me away, away…
To that secret place,
To that secret space…

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©Denise G Allen, 15 July 2013 08:53

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

23 thoughts on “Sleep

  1. Stunning! Really liked it a lot 🙂

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  2. ……….., to sleep,
    To sleep, perchance to Dream;

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    • Aha, I am a great admirer of Shakespeare, Pussycat. One day… I hope to spend time reading all his works, both those I have read and those I have not. 🙂

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  3. One of nature’s greatest priceless gifts.

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  4. i like it when it carries me away…finally, some nights…smiles…and yes, time is the great equalizer for sure….

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    • Ha, me too, Brian. I love the way our thoughts slow and interlead (you have done it very well in the past) and mine is a very amateurish attempt. And time… you’re quite right! 🙂

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  5. Sleep is something quite amazing…not sleeping is something not so amazing at all 🙂
    As for Jane and her dad, does anyone actually hold the keys?

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  6. This was absolutely amazing… love it to bits…

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  7. There’s nothing like a good night’s sleep, adee. Lovely poem. 🙂

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  8. “Sleep is the day’s eraser” sleep tight Denise..

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  9. Denise, I loved this, mostly because I love going to sleep and waking up afterwards.
    A lovely happy poem – Thank you.
    John

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  10. Nothing like drifting off to the land of nod as soon as our head hits the pillow. It’s great being “down for the count.”

    Lovely poem. Great reference to On Golden Pond.

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  11. Brilliant thoughts in silent repose.

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