Sleep Haiku
Sleep pulls and gains strength
like a coming storm or tide –
inexorable.
When pretending sleep
my boy's eyelids flutter
as his dimples show.
(Thanks as ever to the women of
One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
like a coming storm or tide –
inexorable.
When pretending sleep my boy's eyelids flutter
as his dimples show.
(Thanks as ever to the women of
One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
posted by Shelley @ 10:28 PM
8 comments
8 Comments:
These made me think a lot about genuine and pretend sleep. About the transformations in a persons being when they are genuinely asleep. Very interesting. Thanks for prompting the thoughts.
The things a momma knows, I like your poems!
Hee hee- what a cutie! I like the contrast of the two pictures and their accompanying haikus!
I enjoyed these very much. I also looked at sleep in the manner of my son. I especially love your first haiku's use "pulls and gains strength."
Sweet, sweet.
oh, that's so true about sleep pulling like a 'coming storm or tide' - and I remember many occasions when I have tried to feign sleep and been betrayed by my face! i like your takes!
These are great. Your son is precious. Love the faker sleeper!
Egad. I don't know which is sweeter, the dimples, the poem the photo. The whole post is wonderful.
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