For Twiglet #256

For Twiglet #256

Rhythm of the Night Isn’t About Poetry

The night is ringing
in my ears. Light leaking
through the blinds like
pinpricked stars. Those

stars laughing at an owl
on some nearby tree
swallowing its vowels.

And I’m awake again.
So I write something,
fall asleep, wake up again,
and write something.

For Twiglets #256 “Awake Again”. Photo by Todd Steitle and  AJ Jean on Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

15 responses to “For Twiglet #256”

  1. My wake / sleep pattern (if you can call it that) has ALWAYS been sporadic & I ALWAYS keep at least a scrap of paper by the bed so I can jot down anything I think might be worthwhile later, though I often can’t make out the scribble. Grrrr…
    Fine work, Misky.

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    • Oh yes, the scribble! One time, I wrote down a dream. Woke up in the morning to discover nothing on the paper. Apparently, writing it down was part of the dream! 😂🤣


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