Work, and sleep.
Sleep and work.
All time is consumed by,
All space is enveloped by
Work, and sleep
Punctuates each interval.
As the comma pauses a sentence.
But there is no end.
No full stop to the endless
Water wheel, of
Work, and sleep.
Sleep and work.
With only seven minutes of snooze in which to dream... 15th March 2014
OK, those of you who are reading will realise I have sort of missed a day. But did you not get two for one on Thursday? And an old one of top of that?
So stop complaining. I still intend to finish this 40 days of poems, so this is yesterdays effort even though I have only just wrote it, and I will post one for today, later. When my mind has began to melt with the pure joy of an extra day off and begins to work again.
So there might be a half decent one coming your way, although I cannot promise anything.
And anyway, this is my challenge, with my ever changing rules.
It was so much easier on paper, when I could write several in one prose filled moment to cover the next few days.
Why do I do these things to myself....
Thank you for reading. xx
