Monday, October 26

photo: Daniel Murtagh

She finds solace in her sleep
biding time 
like a bulb in the ground
hidden below a crust of ice

Today she dreams of happiness
the joy of receiving a sweet
unexpected from a stranger
unaware of all the danger

Trapped in her slumber
she escapes the somber
notes of a world gone mad 
grating at full speed ahead

This is her sleep
which she clutches to like life
let her sleep
let her sleep.

Shared at Magpie Tales.


15 comments:

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  2. I like it. Makes you wonder why would she ever wake up.

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    1. Richard says she needs to wake up so that she can eat, go to the bathroom, etc. lol

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  3. Ecstasy in the most of private moments just to herself. How nice! Great lines Charleen!

    Hank

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  4. Beautiful thought, beautifully written.

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  5. so much time spent waiting to bloom

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  6. I love the thought of a bulb beneath the snow...

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    1. I'm glad that you do! Thanks for stopping by and commenting. :-)

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  7. Yes very much like a bulb...lovely metaphor...

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  8. Maybe we are more alive when we sleep ?

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  9. Sleep is the release from all things negative.

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  10. the best therapy in the world! sleep..zzz :)

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