Ode To Sleeping
Today I attended the Free Writers on The Green Line workshop facilitated by poet extraordinaire Naomi Ayala. It was informative, enlightening, and fun; this is one of the pieces that came out of today's session...
You are a welcomed
companion on life’s journey;
if an ambulance was love,
you would be the gurney.
We meet at night,
we meet in the day;
we sometimes meet
after lunch when my
boss goes away.
We meet in bed,
we meet on the couch,
we meet on the train,
I miss my stop because of you,
but I don’t complain.
I miss phone calls
when we’re alone,
I took a plane trip to Cali,
we met over two different
two zones.
I think you’re awesome,
I can’t resist your charm;
I think we should get together
and murder the clock alarm.
© 2015 abruvanamedsly
You are a welcomed
companion on life’s journey;
if an ambulance was love,
you would be the gurney.
We meet at night,
we meet in the day;
we sometimes meet
after lunch when my
boss goes away.
We meet in bed,
we meet on the couch,
we meet on the train,
I miss my stop because of you,
but I don’t complain.
I miss phone calls
when we’re alone,
I took a plane trip to Cali,
we met over two different
two zones.
I think you’re awesome,
I can’t resist your charm;
I think we should get together
and murder the clock alarm.
© 2015 abruvanamedsly
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