large yellow in the East
peering through the partly
drawn curtains
saw Sleep tussling with a pillow
sheet arguing with the blankets
heard shouting
for Cramp had hold of feet
Sleep slumping in despair
till finally rosy Dawn
spread her pink fingers
pointing at the Moon
to sink into
the stormy highway of the fishes
Sleep slept in exhausted ..........
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Beautiful
ReplyDeleteLove this Tineke. Such a great poem about the full moon and a terrible night until Homer’s rosy-fingered dawn stepped up, leaving poor humans exhausted. Fabulous photos too.
ReplyDeleteAnother rough night !
ReplyDeleteYou were clearly describing my ‘dark’ nights! Maureen
ReplyDeleteSpot on! JvB
ReplyDeleteWow, I am going to have to find some time to go through the rest of your work, Excellent Mike
ReplyDeleteThankyou for sharing - I love it get much.
ReplyDeleteThe night of twists and turns.
ReplyDeleteLD
Wonderful photo and so true as to those restless nights and the thanks for dawn J🌻
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