It’s that time of the night
when crickets fall into
a deafening cacophony,
racing wheels slow down
and cease to burn the roads,
my home goes quiet
but for the whirring ceiling fans
when I know I should be counting sheep
and putting myself to sleep
and my muse keeps me awake and eager
to put together one more...
just one more line of poetry.
a deafening cacophony,
racing wheels slow down
and cease to burn the roads,
my home goes quiet
but for the whirring ceiling fans
when I know I should be counting sheep
and putting myself to sleep
and my muse keeps me awake and eager
to put together one more...
just one more line of poetry.
© Sujatha Warrier 2019
superb...
ReplyDeleteOne more line,
it encapsulates it all..
Brilliance of your soul
stirring, mooring
anchoring
All the best, looking forward to reading the entire collection.
Thank you!
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