For a little while now, I've been trying to up my game when it comes…
Another Wednesday Poem
Because I can’t think of anything else with which to regale you today and I really am trying to be better about posting 3 days a week with some consistency.
Goodnight
It’s twilight in the autumn of my mind.
Wistful sleepiness surges like the coastal tides
barely here before it’s gone.
A star, alone, twinkles silently as the last leaf of thought
flutters gently down to rest
in the overflowing tide pool of dreams.
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Beth,
LOVE this poem! Such imagery – your words paint such a picture of that pull towards sleep – I actually felt that languorous, floating state as I read it. I shared it with Brad and told him he should keep it in mind for a choral piece. The imagery is so conducive to music – with your permission and working out contract details of course!
Keep writing – you are REALLY good at it!
Love,
M
Thanks, Merryl! (And of course if Brad gets inspired by it, we can work something out 🙂 )