lust & lies

A quadrille for dVerse Poets on theme of “sleep”….

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things got hot in egypt

when potiphar’s wife urged
young servant joseph
“come, sleep with me!”

he refused to dishonor master;
resisted by fleeing without cloak
which became false evidence

potiphar’s wife deceitfully
cried “rape!” which swiftly
landed joseph in slammer

integrity is costly!

painting ofJoseph and Potiphar’s Wife” by Guido Reni, 17th century

janitorial dreams

drifting into sleep

i sometimes startle

wide awake to avoid

swerve into oncoming traffic

or drive off mountain curve

but in deeper dreams

in public places i

desperately search

for a clean restroom

to find only stalls with

unhinged doors and

plugged toilets

 

 


Linking to Lillian’s prompt at dVerse on dreams…mine being less than poetic.

hunter moon

 

october hunter

moon is hunting, haunting my

feigned sleep — bright night light!

in grandma’s eyes

 

Dear Babyface,
birthed by God’s grace;
let me hold you, kiss you, squeeze you,
while you’re sleeping, let me tease you:
misshapen head and wrinkly skin,
you sport a double…no, triple chin!
your pudgy nose is slightly pimpled,
your chubby cheeks are sweetly dimpled.
I admire all I see ‘cuz, Babyface,
you look like me!

 


I submitted this poem to Lyrical Iowa last year. It received 3rd Place in the “humorous verse” category and was published in their 2018 collection. Linking to dVerse Poets where Lillian hosts Open Link Night with “Ah, sweet youth” theme.

air-borne

 

life force strong but a

puff will scatter fragile seed

sleep…a breath from death

 

 

fragile

image & idea from Carpe Diem

lonely or alone is a choice

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s “loneliness” haibun prompt.

 

My husband and I don’t sleep together anymore. Yes, it happened slowly and yet it was by choice…my husband’s but I influenced him. As newlyweds buying furniture, I encouraged him to pick out a recliner but, not wanting to be a “lazy boy” by association, he declined.  

For years, I was a poor sleeper who desperately sought rest. I complained if awakened when hubby worked late (often), rose early (sometimes), or got up during night to check livestock (seasonal). My alert sensory apparatus took intense interest in all these nocturnal comings and goings. Worries about my husband’s apparent workaholism aggravated my insomnia. I was a co-dependent sleeper to a man who had little appreciation for circadian rhythms. 

Fast forward to time our middle son broke his leg and the doctor suggested he sleep in a recliner with his leg raised. I called my husband from the surgery center. “Honey, if you ever  wanted a recliner, now would be the time to buy one. Why don’t you go pick one out?” He did; it would be a life-changing decision.

Our son’s recovery led to my husband’s discovery…that recliner was comfortable! He could fall asleep to a movie without me grumbling about noise in bed. When calving season came, he would get up during the night, check cows, and spend remaining hours of darkness in the chair so as not to wake the queen. It eventually became a habit since we both slept better.

On vacation, camping or otherwise, we enjoy sleeping together…time apart seems to have a “honeymoon effect” when we reunite. And my husband knows he’s welcome to visit anytime!

 

ships pass in the night

Unknown

wallpaperup.com

farmer snores in recliner

dear wife sleeps in peace

 

off-beat circadian rhythm

 

waking teenage boy

in morning proves real challenge

he’s wired to sleep sound

after three alarms buzz on

you will find him still snoozing

 

“What time did you go to bed?”  is my first question 🙂  Join Elsie’s weekly tanka challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.

sleeping with spring

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Anyone can write a poem with magnetic poetry online…try it!

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welcome showers

 

the sound of rain smiles

pattering steady on roof

sleep rolls us over

pitter~patter

Theme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is “power of words”: let the rain kiss you

 

“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”   ~Langston Hughes

 

pack to go camping

forecast predicts rain showers

great sleeping weather

 

lavender fields

 

Abbey in France with lavender field-"Sénanque 06" by EmDee

Abbey in France with lavender field-“Sénanque 06” by EmDee

 

Yon lavender fields forever

favorite perfume for supple skin

old clay jars laced with lavendar

mummy wrap fit for Egyptian.

 

flower heads added to bath warm

Yon lavender fields forever

cooking flavor for dish Roman;

this herb is centuries’ treasure.

 

queen’s procurer run shy, never

Victorian women freshen

Yon lavender fields forever

castle floors and drawers of linen.

 

essential oils for young living

de-stress with a drop whenever

smooth on pillowcase for sleeping

Yon lavender fields forever!

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My first attempt at quatern form,  linking to Toads’ lavender prompt.

Yon is a river in the country of France…where lavender is grown.

Quatern Poem: This French form has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas). Each line is comprised of eight syllables. The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.

 

vaporous thoughts

 

misty morning haze

more than weather is foggy

sleep deprivation

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