In open field, the poppies tall,
Wake from sleep so deep, to fly;
Their paper petals, flushed, enthrall,
Flat out, they flout their blooms, unshy.
The winds will blow, red men will fall,
Blood-tears shed—- bled into sky;
Tossed to heaven, once-silenced spirits all,
With no word ever heard, they cry.
Kat Mortensen©2010
Whose bright idea
was daylight savings time? Nights
go on forever!
Skat@2022
I would sleep
on my stomach if
I could just
remove my
head every night and put it
back on the next day.
Skat@2022
Soft cat paws are sweet
except if you’re trying to sleep
With them on your face.
Skat@2022
Long restless night; I’m
stringing words together wrong.
My apologies.
Skat@2022
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