The return of Phriday Photos….and eventually Phaiga….

I seem to be getting back into the swing of things, Blogging-wise, so I think I should be able to maintain regular Phriday Photo Posts again.  We’ll see about putting some Phaiga together soon….it could be a minute though….

This week– what we all could use more of….Sleep


Complications of sleep

I roll out of bed for the third (or is it the 
fourth) time, cartoon-legged and hunched.

Corns have become hot coals 
on the soles of my feet as I slept.

All the tendons in my lower legs have 
apparently shrunk by one centimeter each.

I cannot fully straighten my back 
until I am half-way to the bathroom.

My left eyelid wants to roll up inside out 
and needs a helping  hand to just open.

The last two fingers of my left hand 
are numb and humming with needles as

that arm must have been the one curled under 
my head, pinching a nerve in shoulder or elbow.

Such is the night at oh-dark-past-forty.
Quasi Motive moves in the night.

Zenaida macroura

Grey morning creeps in

through open-eyed windows, steals

between the sheets—as

dark as the thought of

cold before it can be felt—

slips through shuttered eyes

sewn shut by colors

dreamed into them without will

or consistency,

and now, just there, just

above the window, grey-winged

mourners come.  Perhaps,

like me, they want the world to

wake up without them.

Trying out a new form that David at Derelict Satellite invented I believe, has definitely 
mastered and been kind enough to loan me....the haiku sonnet.  
Incredible and inspirational work on his blog.