lazy sunday mornings
cuddles with flannel
and flesh
sly smiles
with closed eyes
and tousled about hair
where the toes
say hello
and reconnect
but the brain
hasn’t quite
arrived
giving in
to an abandoning
after six days of being on
succumbing to a fluid
unscheduled, unhurried
relaxed funk
My energy is sapped below the reserve.
Not sure where the strength should come from now.
It’s like pulling it out of thin air.
consciousness
slowly erases the night
this new day
as all the others
remains the same
an abysmal state
rises with her
the sun does its best
yet light barely penetrates
the thoughts filled
with heaviness
too much for her to bear
she closes her eyes again
easily
sleep, the buffer
of the damned
the temporary fix
of the tortured
the escape
a necessary evil
for existence
this cycle repeats
until the body
and her mind
releases her
from this dark captivity
she hopes for it
needing relief to be sooner
rather than later
Inspired by Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt 2-22-20 #145
waking to a cloud
the depression strikes again
remaining in bed
The alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin
but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet
A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes
a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork
of nonsense
Of monsters working side by side
Of grown men reverting to infancy
Of rock stars breaking bread
Of babies drowning
Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies
Of the impossible being possible
The walk of the semi-dead
commences slowly
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented
making a beeline for the bathroom
Bits and pieces
of old memories
laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip
The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland
showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness
the tile underfoot signals more substance
The complicated
conjuring
of gobbledygook dissipates
as the irrational
begins to fade into reality
On
this day
it seems like
I’m on display.
But where are my arms? Am I in a dream?
Inspired by FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION Challenge – DREAM/DREAMER/DREAMING
weaving in
to a magical place
so nice
to get caught up
ethereal limbs
smooth weirdness
laughter, joy
calm and pleasure
want to stay
there in my dreams
where magic happens
where lives are easy
Image credit Ash D. Solomon – Lucid Being
Song – Dreamcatcher by LP
I’m very happy to showcase these two creative people any time I can! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do. 🙂
slow awakening
inhaling reality
turning inside out
Sometimes life is like trying to sleep when you are having a restless night.
You just can’t get comfortable. Feels like you’ve moved in a million directions and either you can’t get back to what felt like the perfect spot or there just isn’t one anymore. And you’re tired of more of the same.
It leaves you feeling like you need a new bed.
exhausted, again
rest comes in stolen moments
life on hold, again
