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

[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)

[Michael Sun Bear]

Hello Emmajoy, I like this, had read it through multiple times, waiting to tell you how much I like it. Even as a teenager I suffered from insomnia which has worsened with age. I have a reclining easy chair built by the Amish which I hope will live out the rest of my life with me. I frequently fall asleep in that chair when I get too sleep deprived, just check out for an hour or two while reading a book or watching a movie. “The old clock’s tick” brought back memories. Growing up, while we did not, it seemed so many friend’s houses had those tall standing, loudly counting, grandfather clocks. Sometimes I would sleep over at a friend’s house where I had to share a bed, bad enough, but also their very loud clock out in their living room I could hear clacking away the seconds, then it had all kinds of complicated chimes to mark the quarter hours, half hours and hours. I was lucky to get any sleep at all.

[emmajoygreen]

We had a granny who had one like that! In fact she loved clocks, think she'd been on in a different life. The entire house, quite large it was - four bedrooms and all the etceters essential. I swear that even the bathrooms (2) had clocks in them! Perhaps! As to those ever repeatable chimes, they can cause insanity!!!

Just read your review again. Really think you should doctor it a little and add it in prose, a story or play! Oh well, must fly - think it will be ticking towards 6.00 pm, Uk time soon!

[Ken Simm.]

Such a personal piece encompassing so much that is EJG in it. That is what makes it more than just a light humourous piece and allows it to become a piece that tells us so much about you the poet. And that is wonderful and shows your true skill.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, Ken. So pleased my attempt at humour actually worked! Will perhaps try similar again but in the future!

[RomaJ]

Such a charming mix of wistfulness and wit. The gentle rhythm and self-aware rhymes make it feel like a cozy late-night conversation with the past.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks for your delightful review, Roma J. In various ways you caught the gist of my words. Was a sort of spoken lullaby, a calm for whatever ails me - if only a little. Smiling thanks, my friend.