Sleeping

Why do you love, at edge of day,
The happening of nothing much,
The hour of no words left to say,
And darkness taken in as such?

Is it the idleness of calm,
Or much-too-active’s true reward?
Don’t know – but know you love to sleep:
For it’s one time you’re never

Bored

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant

5 thoughts on “Sleeping”

a magic moment with holly says:

20171025 at 21:43

That’s a lovely poem/picture pair.- Who’s drawing? It’s special.

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Beleaguered Servant says:

20171026 at 05:01

© Makarova Olga | Dreamstime.com

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foxxyt says:

20171029 at 00:25

nice

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foxxyt says:

20171121 at 02:51

Hibernation 😻

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fitfulfearfulphantasmal says:

20180331 at 13:29

I Love this! That is a great question for poetry. Why do you love idleness? Why do you love the nothingness of the day? The edges of day and not the meat of it?

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