words swim, now
like minnows,
against a tide.
sleep beckons, now
like warm autumn leaves,
with a clover scented breeze.
dreams invite me, now
the thought,of soft cotton
pillows, excites me now.
now i have, a need to be,
sombulant and snoring,
no longer poring and
pining
over,
so many poetry lines,
so many poetic thoughts,
so exquisitely fine.
now i must, allow,
the words to recede.
and succumb to the body's need.
so to bed i must, now.
for tomorrow,
again i read,
diversity in talent
but the same,
in overall breed.
g'nite poets
and thank you,
for narrating
the wonder of
my dreams.
napowrimo day 25
prompt; write a poem using
anaphora(the repitition of a word or phrase)
left it so late, to write, so the tired, but thankful and anaphoric rambling, is what you have....
