Tuesday, 30 September 2014

October Poetry Writing Month - Day 1

1st October...

Just past midnight the clock is chiming
I am still awake, my cogs are not unwinding
So tightly wound by a busy day
I feel they will never be the same

I close my eyes, I lie in bed
But cannot quiet my chatting head
Just as I think I'm beginning to quiet
When once again I sit up, too wired

So out and down the stairs I creep
Past my children, fast asleep
I tip toe softly down the hall
Into the garden where moonlight calls

I stand with bare feet on chilly stone
Feeling connected, no longer alone
I breathe, my pulse begins to slow
Thoughts come to my mind, but I just let them go

I offer a prayer to my moonlit Gods
I turn from the garden and back to the house I plod
Sleep is now stalking me, close at my heels
I climb into bed and I feel no more ills

(C) Arietta Bryant 2014

1 comment:

  1. This phase does clamour our thoughts once in a while. Beautifully expressed Arietta :)