Last night I went in search of sleep
but sleep I could not find.
I closed my eyes, I counted sheep
but still, my racing mind
raced on until I thought I’d weep
and just would not unwind.
At last I fell into a heap
with all the stars aligned
I fell into a slumber deep
an hour before the time
that the alarm was set to beep
Just a nap, I whine.
I think I’m still in search of sleep
I rise but do not shine.
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Just brilliant! I love the enjambment of lines 4-5 and 10-11. Sets a wonderful contrast to the chiminess (?) of the rest of the lines. The jarring of the alarm? I know that feeling well……zzzzzzzz.
It’s a universal conundrum indeed!
And after all that you still managed to create a creditable poem! Well done – you’re still firing on all cylinders with less than 2 months to go, and nary a trace of writer’s block in all that time.
I have no sympathy with those who have spells of writer’s block. I reckon that if you’ve genuinely run out of ideas the answer is in your own hands. For example. just go out and run through the shopping mall stark naked and the fallout (pun intended!) from that will provide pages of material.
Right, just the socks to take off and I’m away…
lol, Tony. I may be sleep deprived but my sense of humour is intact! Thanks for the chuckle!