Sunday, 15 February 2009
Ah, sleep.
On waking
I have tried a sunrise alarm
but turning over is too easy and
it is no match for the sky.
I have tried four other alarms
time-staggered to trick
my mind out of expectation.
Now Enya is playing loudly next door
and I am glad for all the hours I have clocked up
as replacement for those I’m losing.
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I love this! I keep meaning to check out your blog and see your wonderful writing and today I did, finally. I am always baffled by folk who do not suffer from the affliction described in this poem.
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