Sunday, October 24, 2010


On ruffled sheets and rumpled pillow
I toss...
The mind a mirror to
inner clashing cymbals
of hopes and failures
dreams and tragedies
successes and challenges
relationships and private deserts.
'Stop thinking and just relax!'
Count sheep, leaves, stars...
Anything to glide in a birch canoe
on a still pond
With stars and a new moon
And warmth under a feather quilt.
And some writers to shed some perspective:

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. ~Charlotte Bronte

Life is too short to sleep on low thread-count sheets. ~Leah Stussy

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth

I couldn't resist a little creative writing with others at Magpie Tales.