Monday, August 14, 2023
On napping
Such good poems! We had this gem from Jill Scoggins:
I see my dog who
seeks the floor’s patch of sun for
a languid liedown.
I see my husband
whose years lead his head to nod
after our supper.
I see myself give
into droopy eyelids on
weekend days, post-lunch.
We three give into
our body clocks whose rhythms
insist: rest … rest … rest.
seeks the floor’s patch of sun for
a languid liedown.
I see my husband
whose years lead his head to nod
after our supper.
I see myself give
into droopy eyelids on
weekend days, post-lunch.
We three give into
our body clocks whose rhythms
insist: rest … rest … rest.
And two from Christine. This one:
Lazy afternoon
Lounging chair, book at ready
My eyelids closing.
Lounging chair, book at ready
My eyelids closing.
And this one:
Napping; siesta
An underrated concept
Helps one refocus.
And a very fine anonymous entry:
Shh....He is asleep!
So peaceful. Well-deserved rest.
Blissful summer nap.
Uh oh! Wake up NOW!
To the boat! Rescue siblings!
Guess I'll take that nap!
So peaceful. Well-deserved rest.
Blissful summer nap.
Uh oh! Wake up NOW!
To the boat! Rescue siblings!
Guess I'll take that nap!
