Redux
Time for bed, long day over.
her thoughts slow
tired
needs her bed now
slides under clean sheets
sighing now
her nerves easing up
last minute thoughts swirl
one more solution eeked out
returning to calm
tiny drips of rain
nature’s language speaks outside
lulling her to sleep
wind
wafting through
the open window
caresses her blonde hair
sweetly
But this woman named Bocks
mightily tossed and turned her locks.
Diligently tried to get settled,
to feel tucked in and nestled.
Shouldn’t have had whiskey on the rocks.
She
wishes
for a quick
turn into the
void.
It’s
slow to
happen though.
Turning, tossing
She asks “When will this sleep finally come?”
slowly
but surely, dear
your dreams are calling you
today becomes a memory
drifting
Finally, she sleeps!
Eyes fully closed and relaxed.
Slight snores can be heard
escaping from her moist lips.
Little tics move her fingers.
dreaming
floating on air
meeting her younger self
the mini-me says hi to her
hugs, kisses, joy, and fun to be had now
playing high in the clouds with glee
such a good time they had
with each other
dreaming
But
now it’s
time to go
back to the real
world again. So sad.
Wake up, says the alarm!
Time to get up for work now.
A new day to do it over
again, only to head back to this
bed once more to slumber very deeply.
Can you identify all the styles?
Originally published April 1, 2019, on I Write Her.
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