to sleep or not to sleep - where!

words in the hush of night, drowning the sound of a slowly moving storm..

sleep is happier in armchairs than bed

at times

there's something warm 'bout the  old

clock's tick

had been my gramma's, given to me

when I was twenty-three 

there's warmth in the flame of fire doomed

to fade to ash 

yet, a sad exchange of vivid flames with

that slow pale grey

tis fact - grey saddens, yet schools use

that colour more than any other

morning is slowly dawning, curtains show

a shot of the morrow

no more room for sweet dreams til another

doze in that chair

comfy, cosy, always dozy and more, saves 

making the bed: hug cushion,'stead of pillow

 

my problem - wakes me with stiff neck thus

loudly exclaim : 'I told you so! 

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

I could sleep where its cold but I would better sleep with you then I won't be cold. I think a compromise makes one.
Thank you for sharing.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, Mauricio, sir. Not sure what my response should or can be but tis always good to have you pop into the Cafe! Always keep sketching and drawing, Mauricio, you have such a gift. PLUS, take great care of yourself, sir.

God bless you always. Travel safely and peacefully.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Lol to be or not to be its what confuses me.

[R J Askew]

We are right there, experiencing what you do through your word picture. The storm, the clock, the fire, are all as much parts of of the quiet drama as the cosy chair and its occupant. Nourishing read.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thank you, my long sitting, standing and gardening friend! Wishing you and your darling family a peaceful and happy new year. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Em
love comfy chairs...could easily fall asleep... sometimes wake up with stiff neck, all crumples in the chair... yet if it was my Grams's chair I could sleep all night...and on a gray day for sure...reading a book or just daydreaming....you peaked my loving memory of my Gram, many thanks
Hugs across the pond!!!
Warmly, B xoxo

[emmajoygreen]

Hugs sent with carols and hymns, hugs and friendship. Wishing you. your nearest and dearest - Norm and all - the kindest new year. Hug.

[Sharrumkin]

Having nodded off in many an armchair I know whereof you speak. A fun poem

[emmajoygreen]

That's why they're usualy cosy comfortable, draped in cloth meant to surrender to dreams and their destiny - perhaps

[Neville]

I get this too .. it's like when you need a few ZZZ's but end up getting more vertical N's than U bargained 4

[emmajoygreen]

True as true even tho' the tAller of broken dreams. Thanks be from me, sir. U4? A new boy band?

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant work, my friend.

[emmajoygreen]

Thomas, you always leave such a kind review, many thanks, sir.
Have been too pre-occupied rhe past few days. Aim to do a great pile of reviews and will certainly call on you. :)

[Pete]

warm indeed. it's always willing to receive us even when life doesn't seem cooperative. a true tragedy that bodies don't rhyme in armchairs but where would life be without such? no better place especially 'neath a blanket when not feeling well or on cold, tired evenings. my dad's recliner was near sacred, i remember it so well. well said and thanks for the comforting memory!

[emmajoygreen]

Strange, so strange you say that. I gasped when I read that. Our dad/daddy was a doctor and didn't have time to be ill. BUT, when he was, he could be found in his library/office with a patchwork cushiony thing tucked behind his back ! Our little mum had to steak it from him now and again - when he was on rounds - to give it a quick wash and dry!! He loved the smell of Persil so quite quickly forgave her! Is wonderful to share such
comforting memores - far better too, than the sad ones. Your dad must loved a recliner, so restful, adjusted to suit the body weary, achey or just needful. Many thanks, Pete.
PS Perhaps we shoudl invite others to offer their favourite, precious, special comforting memory! ?

[Carrie]

To sleep in your comfy chair, instead of the bed. To hug a cushion instead of a pillow. No bed To make. A nice cheery poem.

[emmajoygreen]

So glad you enjoyed it, Carrie.. cheery is shared with nearly and fearlessly, dearly and tearlessly and anything else that's fearlessly! Or something.

[E.J. Anderson]

I enjoy this poem! I hope your poems in the future are just as good as this.

[emmajoygreen]

I hope so too! Many thanks for your very kind review.

[E.J. Anderson]

☺️☺️ You're welcome, my fellow poet. Thanks you for liking my poem.

[Lorry]

Ha! Love the "not merely to rhyme" moments that flip into "perhaps solely to rhyme."
And of course after waking comes movement, where all those told you so's come to life as you straighten self and perhaps a groan escapes as your body moves and realises sleeping in concertina mode was not the best idea.
It does always seem a grand idea until that nerve in the back wakes way too loudly or you try to infringe your neck! 😀

[emmajoygreen]

' all those told you so's come to life as you straighten self and perhaps a groan escapes as your body moves and realises sleeping in concertina mode was not the best idea.' Oh my, you feel like that too, do you! Mind you, tis not me, myself, but - the weather! :) So i like to think, anyway. (Awful English, forgive please: am somewhat late in waking up after a busy night on the H'line)