BIRD CLOCK

BIRD CLOCK

A Poem by rutherford

My sleep is all wrong

even my dog can tell

when I walk her in the neighborhood twilight

she hurries me past the houses

and the birds hidden in the trees

trading their evening songs.

My dreams don't flow

except when I'm awake

and I see them as shadows on the lawns.

 

I slept too long to have a nap

but not enough for a night's sleep

and now it is near dark

it was the birds outside

hidden in the trees

that woke me

confused I did not hear their morning songs.

I wonder what will it take to fix my sleep

Maybe I need to tell time by the birds.

 

 


© 2016 rutherford



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geez i relate to this...just visited my dad, he is 97....and is in and out with his dementia...

it is like we aren't sure where we are at sometimes...and then we do...we know the birds' songs...but in the shadows things look and sound different.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

rutherford

1 Year Ago

Thanks Jacob. This was the result of a nap I took when I came home from work. Fell asleep at 615 an.. read more



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geez i relate to this...just visited my dad, he is 97....and is in and out with his dementia...

it is like we aren't sure where we are at sometimes...and then we do...we know the birds' songs...but in the shadows things look and sound different.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

rutherford

1 Year Ago

Thanks Jacob. This was the result of a nap I took when I came home from work. Fell asleep at 615 an.. read more

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