SLEEPLESS IN TACOMA
My night was one of interruptions
Body and mind expressing
their discontent
with some mysterious malady yet to be
determined
My strategy remains consistant
Repose
and pray...this too shall pass.
By Lynn Hahn
Comments
Big Sal
Wed 5th Sep 2018 00:23
Great title, and reading it is like a riding out a storm on a ship: hopeful with a hint of gloom overshadowing the reader's shoulder. Like being on a crow's nest and having to signal the incoming storm but no one can hear you. . .
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lynn hahn
Wed 5th Sep 2018 19:05
LOL I like your poem better than mine!?