Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Insomnia

Watching.
As the moon’s bright orb
slides across my windowpane.
Soft breathing,
And counting heartbeats,
Lead me to the precipice.  





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2 comments:

  1. VallypeeTuesday, April 09, 2019 4:52:00 pm

    Lovely, evocative images, Dale! I know I saw this ages ago, but my comment turned to moondust...hope it works this time. I love your poems! Xxx

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  2. DaleThursday, April 11, 2019 11:21:00 am

    Moondust! That has to be what the attached photo is made of.
    Thank you, Val! xxx

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