I felt bad it was so late/
and I upset you about your mate./
But the kitchen was great!/
And sleeping? First rate!
Archive for July, 2009
Lost and Lonely Sleeping: A Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet
July 9, 2009She couldn’t find herself
so she went to find her bed.
Put her courage on the shelf.
Wondered where her night had led
With her, wondering, wandering.
Toward their bed she gazed;
Kept on her clothes, pondering.
Removed her face.
The covers lay closed.
What had she exposed?
She climbed in
again.
Wept.
And slept.