First it's half way point for National Poetry Month. Hope everyone is enjoying. Have you done anything yet to celebrate poetry? If not there is fifteen days left.
Sometimes I can't fall asleep. At first I thought it was because today is tax day but my form had been sent out already along with my pound of flesh I owed Uncle Sam. Maybe in the back of my mind I was panicking it might be lost in the mail. It does occur.
On those nights when I can't fall asleep I get up and read awhile or write. Sometimes I try a warm cup of milk. The myth of counting sheep always made me laugh. Why is it sheep we count? Why not cats, dogs or butterflies?
When I was younger I had been told to hurry to bed as the Sandman was waiting to sprinkle sand over me to fall asleep. Again why sand?
Last night I had another sleepless night. So I ended up creating this piece for today's poem a Day challenge.
Until tomorrow....enjoy your Sunday.
Day Fifteen Poem
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SLEEP PONDERING
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Mr. Sandman where are you?
Tossing and turning....I can not
fall asleep
sheep 🐑 each with a number
on their back....one to
one-hundred
jumped over the fence
Once....twice....three....four times
Still I am wide awake.....while they
have fallen
In a green pasture they
peacefully slumber
Do sheep have issues trying to
fall asleep?
Do they count people jumping
over a fence to help drift off to
dreamland?
Only one of the odd pondering
thoughts at three in the
morning
Mr. Sandman, where are you?
Please hurry with your bucket of sand and magic wand
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