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Sleepy on the Moon
by Alison McKenzieIn times like these,
My bed becomes my library -
Surrounded by books again,
My notebooks,
A pen,
And my earphones –
They’ve kept me company
Through many a long night,
Sleeping alone,
Getting through the nights
With the likes of the Enneagram,
Energy Healing,
A self hypnosis weight loss CD,
And my crystals.
Sleepy on the moon,
Dreams of wildflowers,
Atreyu snuggling in,
Teachers and long, long
Walks on the beach.
Echoes of touch,
Lonely on the dawn,
Goin’ round to another moon…
06/06/2009 Author's Note: I went into my room tonight to go to sleep, and there were my books, my faithful bedmates, waiting, those markers of being single.
Posted on 06/06/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/16/09 at 12:46 AM You do so well describe the markers of our sanity. I can just see your bed library, those companions whom you finger page by page, learning, becoming, reaching ... on your way to the moon. Very evocative to this old reader. Hmm... "old reader" - perhaps a good title for a poem?? Take care, my dear. As always I love your poetry. |
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