The sun has shed its last tiers of light
And now it is time to pass through the tunnel of slumber.
A chill brushes across my spine.
I curl into my snail shell and hide from the blue.
Enveloped in the blankets like a sprout in its bean.
Wrapped in a nest of feathery down.
Soon I will wait for the day when I awaken and bloom.
And now it is time to pass through the tunnel of slumber.
A chill brushes across my spine.
I curl into my snail shell and hide from the blue.
Enveloped in the blankets like a sprout in its bean.
Wrapped in a nest of feathery down.
Soon I will wait for the day when I awaken and bloom.
I like it. I'd say it feels comforting (which it does), but that's a bit obvious.
ReplyDeleteAlso, you've compared yourself to snails, beans, birds, and flowers... why not bees? Haha. Sorry.
Hmm well I don't know how I can use a bee in a poem about sleeping..maybe like.."the soft lull of the buzzing bees"? Haha no idea.
ReplyDeleteThis "poem" was really just something I was thinking while trying to sleep last night..it's very spontaneous. I didn't think much about it.