as the sleep-deprived working mother of two small children, i lust for dreamland as well. but i like to ride the muse when it arrives, even more. it won't stay forever!
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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be ---good.
Great.
ReplyDeleteThat means I am so screwed.
mmm overflowing energy.
"To sleep, perchance to dream..."
ReplyDeletesigh.
ReplyDeleteBut that is so exhausting!
ReplyDeleteI do the opposite.
If I cannot sleep, I consider it a gift of time, get up, and write.
I know the feeling.
ReplyDeleteGood one, but as the tired monk sleep is my true lust.
ReplyDeleteas the sleep-deprived working mother of two small children, i lust for dreamland as well.
ReplyDeletebut i like to ride the muse when it arrives, even more. it won't stay forever!
I like the poem's subtlety. The imagery formed in my brain was very nice. Great job.
ReplyDeleteaw, thank you. just a little one, about something big.
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