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The bulbs I buried
before winter frost
and freeze
will soon wake
and break
earth’s
surface,
spreading colorful
sprays of spring’s
aromatic arrival.
In small hours I awakeDisrupting deep darkness sleepingDream ghosts seeping, creeping my thoughts Goodbye, happy hibernationYou were a luxury while you lingeredDelivering requisite resting rest Yet drowsiness laughsWarning me who’s in chargeRest less head syndrome Relax, restless spiritRegrets warrant respiteSweet slumber to salve the soul
In ‘Simply Me,’ I delve into the complexities of emotion and expression, exploring the essence of what it means to be human. Each word is a reflection, every line a journey, inviting readers to navigate the depths of personal experience and connection.
I would rather be woke over asleep at the wheel.
To Statesmen fans, their team embodied traditional values cherished and revered through the ages. Lurking beneath their unwavering allegiance were subtle echoes of the broadcasters’ voices, whose commentary often reinforced the sanctimonious virtues of the heartland.
When the chatter declines to rants rife with caution signs, outrageous rumble, mumble and grumble.
I got an extra hour of sleep overnight Why does my bed feel like it’s stuck in quicksand pulling me slowly deeper, tighter into its grip? Why is my alarm clock snooze button like an addictive online game I can’t resist tapping? Why does today’s to-do list feel longer, heavier than it did last night?…