Sleepyheaded

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Sleepyhead
Time for bed
Can’t sleep
Counting sheep
Nothing works
Body jerks
Warm milk
Soothing as silk
Back to bed
Body’s dead
Pillows lumpy
Mattress bumpy
Sheets bunched
Time’s crunched
Gotta sleep
Before the beep
Not gonna happen
Spirits dampen
Melatonin maybe
To sleep like a baby
Ahhh that’s it
Sandman’s bit
Dreamland awaits
Mind debates
Sleep at last
Wow that was fast!

© 2019 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: WikiArt – https://www.wikiart.org/en/rembrandt/hendrickje-sleeping#!#filter:none

 

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A Peeping Poet

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It’s a crisp fall morning
As she carefully dips her toes
There’s a hidden alcove there
Where nobody goes

The water is calm
So very peaceful and serene
And she washes discreetly
Mindful she isn’t seen

A sudden splash and ripple
Quickly catch her attention
And she shields her breasts
In modest apprehension

But it’s only just a loon
Seeking out its prey
And her fear subsides
As the majestic creature flies away

Back to her bathing
She becomes lost in introspection
So she bends down slowly
To look at her reflection

She sees a stubby little nose
With wide blue eyes
And there’s a small pointy chin
Which she’d like to disguise

Her blurred image
Stares back for quite awhile
And something about it
Suddenly makes her smile

She lets out an embarrassed giggle
After realizing she’s been seen
She happens to notice a poet
Has come upon the scene

I’m so sorry I reply
To disturb you in the nude
I wanted to capture the moment
Even though I see it was rather rude

Please go on with your bathing
And I’ll return from where I came
And next time I see you
I’ll try my best to refrain

© 2018 Michelle Cook


The Painting is, September Morn.  By Paul Émile Chabas