My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Day 83 - Bedtime

Bedtime
For some
sleep is their best friend:
relaxing, rejuvenating, rewarding,
wonderful.

For me
sleep is like an ex:
we don't get along
and whenever we're in the same room
things get awkward.

I wish sleep would be like an old flame:
we'd find each other again,
we'd remember what we loved,
and we'd spend a lot of time in the bedroom.
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