Bedtime








     Means you fall on your bed like a pile of fresh snow,
     There's nothing to do and nowhere to go.

      It's a quiet as a church, when all heads are bowed.
      And no so-called friend will humiliate you or make you 
      Feel cowed.

      This is the best time to recall those dearest to you.
      They won't be here forever, so hopefully you called a few.

      You always thank God who gave you another day.
      Unless you don't believe, He's just in your way.

      This is the time for pleasant thoughts please?
      Or you may find yourself in an insomniatic freeze.

       Your freshly renewed pillow!
       Ah, now that's the best for it cradles your head like
       soft furs of a willow!





        5/23/2019
        11:33pm PST
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Kelii Kekaula Avatar
May 24, 2019 at 3:43 PM
I have been up for a while, and the cadence of your muse did render a challenge to sleep once again, --but had I done so, I wouldn't have been able to post this commentary Panagiota, Aloha wk
Romios Avatar
May 24, 2019 at 3:45 PM
Thank you Panagiota.. Off for a short jog. Nice outside.))))
Krutsinger Avatar
May 24, 2019 at 8:51 AM
Your poetic prowess shines through in a delightfully rhyme here, my friend.
Romios Avatar
May 24, 2019 at 9:20 AM
Thsnk you, for your time and wonderful comment. Panagiota
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