.
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…
.
©Denise G Allen, 15 July 2013 08:53
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15/07/2013 at 9:10 am
Stunning! Really liked it a lot 🙂
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17/07/2013 at 2:15 pm
Thanks so much, Kabir. 🙂
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15/07/2013 at 9:19 am
……….., to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream;
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17/07/2013 at 2:17 pm
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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15/07/2013 at 11:04 am
One of nature’s greatest priceless gifts.
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17/07/2013 at 2:18 pm
You are so right, Ben, and sleep is still such a mystery to us. 🙂
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15/07/2013 at 12:58 pm
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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17/07/2013 at 2:21 pm
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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15/07/2013 at 1:12 pm
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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17/07/2013 at 2:22 pm
Most of us try to stave off the inevitable, Hope. But it always catches up with us. 😦
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15/07/2013 at 1:29 pm
This was absolutely amazing… love it to bits…
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17/07/2013 at 2:22 pm
Thanks for such a super comment, Bulldog. 🙂
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15/07/2013 at 4:01 pm
There’s nothing like a good night’s sleep, adee. Lovely poem. 🙂
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17/07/2013 at 2:23 pm
Yes, I agree, AD. I hate when I can’t sleep, but fortunately it doesn’t happen very often. 🙂
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15/07/2013 at 4:34 pm
“Sleep is the day’s eraser” sleep tight Denise..
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17/07/2013 at 2:24 pm
Yes, it does seem like that with a curtain of darkness passing over us. You sleep tight too, Jake.
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17/07/2013 at 4:47 pm
Thank you Denise.. A couple of beers will help with that..lol
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15/07/2013 at 7:36 pm
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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17/07/2013 at 2:26 pm
Thanks, John. I also enjoy my sleep and love to wake up slowly to the sound of the birds – even the raucous ones we have here in this country.
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15/07/2013 at 9:46 pm
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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17/07/2013 at 2:27 pm
You’re the only one who mentioned it, Nancy. What has happened to her? Thanks so much for the comment. 🙂
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04/08/2013 at 4:25 am
Brilliant thoughts in silent repose.
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04/08/2013 at 9:30 am
Aaah, thank you Mark. 🙂
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