Yawning
despite the desire to keeping reading,
plot twisting and turning,
characters leaping over gigantic obstacles,
solid
black
fading
in and out
Characters in slow motion
Obstacles softening and translucent
…….what happened?! …..
I just dozed off again!
“It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment:
people falling asleep like this.”
~ Jonathan Franzen, novelist
Late
more words
to spill
onto the page
fitting into
this narrow moment
bracketed by sleepy eyes.
“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”
~ Homer, The Odyssey
My eyelids droop ~
little strength to stay
open even though
I am not ready to
turn lights out. I’m
not even close to
laying my head on the
soft pillow that
whispers my name.
“Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon drop off.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
I listened
today
to that inside voice
that cares for me
whispering
‘nap time.’
“My body has decreed that I shall nap,
and nothing will stand in my way,”
~ Kathryn Ormsbee, Tash Hearts Tolstoy
The evening grows late.
Great yawns remind me
that my body clock works.
Time ticks inexorably onward
as evening grows later still.
“A well -spent day brings happy sleep.”
~ Leonardo da Vinci
not by bright shiny things
or too much noise
merely restless and
exhausted
disinterested but
curious
wanting to keep moving
but sitting is preferable
reasons all normal, yet
pushed together make me
distracted
and ready to sleep.
“Don’t be impacted by things that are only fleeting temporary distractions.”
~ Steven Redhead, Life is a Dance
relief that no amount of sleep can offer
until laughing and playing
provides its own exquisite exhaustion.
“Laughter feels like our flotation device - -
it won’t pull us out of the storm,
but it might carry us through if we can just hang on.”
~ Emery Lord, Open Road Summer
I just couldn’t take it anymore. More boxes dragged across my kitchen floor, my favourite floor mat rolled up and put away……..everyday it’s something. Now, I’m a patient cat. My human has told me that more than once. But there are days, and this is one of them, that I just decide to give up. I’ve climbed all over the boxes because I’m just curious. Curious about what might be hiding in there ~ nothing I could sniff out, see or hear. So today, I just stretched myself out in the sun, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
“Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.”
~ Sir Walter Scott
Soft twitters hint
“It’s too early.”
2:50 a.m.
Jet sleeps in a curl,
purring softly.
2:55 a.m.
Shuttered eyes
merely a foil.
3:00 a.m.
Lamp switched on.
Feet hit the floor.
~~~
6:45 p.m.
Eyelids droop, head nods.
It’s been a long day.
“No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for
that purpose to keep awake all day.,”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
lit only by the setting sun
clouded and sleepy imagination
is put to bed for another day.
“Our imagination flies - - we are its shadow on the earth.”
~ Vladimir Nabokov
Creating something interesting
~ maybe wise or silly ~ is not easy when mind and body have been busy with the body’s normal immune response to vaccination.
Nothing fanciful about it ~
reading, couch, blanket, sleep
eat, drink lots of fluids
stay out of the heat.
I have known that
~ just for today ~
my mind needed relaxation,
to let go of all of the ordinary to-do's and shoulds, allowing my body to work, strengthen and add polish to my health.
“If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.”
~ Jack Kornfield
~ the carpet
alert to my tiniest movement
~ toward the kitchen
Innocence lost
~ in the kitchen
alert for wayward scraps
~ until all the food’s put away.
Innocence rests
~ on the nearest cushion
to nap, to sleep
~ until time to prowl.
“Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.”
~ William S. Burroughs, The Cat Inside
Energy is not always available
vanishing secretly
when running in the wind
Energy is not always available
still sleeping
when morning light opens my eyes
Energy is not always available
drained away
after a good day’s work is done
Energy is always available
for a thought
for an idea
for a smile
“The energy of the mind is the essence of life.”
~ Aristotle, The Philosophy of Aristotle
No, it’s definitely not……
