Sleep Always Calls

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mjQqmUguo

I'm going to write this.
I say that to myself, and
to you, the reader.
Every time I sit down to
work on poetry lately,
I'm overcome by lethargy.
I look at the whiteness
and go blank.
I thumb through notes,
nothing.

The thought of
lying down for
a nap rides by on
a tri-cycle in
my mind.
I hated naps as a
child, they interfered
with my plans to
conquer the world.
The coolness of the
sheets subdued me.

Instead of admitting
complete defeat,
I say to myself,
Maybe, I will wake
up refreshed and
inspired.
Perhaps, the muse will
visit in my slumber.

I retire to the bed,
Mojo, one of my cats,
joins me at the
foot of the bed.
She is soon
dreaming of catching
the elusive moth that
has been bothering
her for days.
And I will dream of
catching words like
butterflies with a big net.

Author's Note

My recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com.
My recently published Limited Edition book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories is available on Booksie.com

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one rather eerily reflects the moods I have been ex[periencing lately. There is this feeling of fatigue that sets in about mid morning and lasts through the afternoon. Neither myself nor my wife have undergone any traumas lately, so it's hard to explain. In the end, I think it's part of the reaction to the malaise that has afflicted the country these past many months. Whether we realize it or not, we're all exposed to continuing stress daily, and it's taking its toll in fatigue.

[Thomas W Case]

Absolutely. Thanks, John.

[red93]

Nice work Thomas, whimsical and dreamy - sleep is such a blessing, the more the better. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[Pete]

inspiration often comes calling when we least expect. the part about the tricycle stood out to me. be sure to pet mojo for me.

[Thomas W Case]

I will. Thanks, my friend.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Thomas … when Nightmares become Real… I dream of Riding Wild Horses through an Oasis where Cactus flowers bloom… Civilization has become Doom. Why would we permit Radical Ideas to become Reality… sending Sheep to be slaughtered . We the People had a Country and we let them Open our Borders. .. Unaccounted and stealing our Sovereignty. Hope is the Light that brings Healing. Amen.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Patricia for stopping by.

[Fia Naturie]

This happens to all of us at some point. Love that you brought it to paper.

[Thomas W Case]

I appreciate the comment. Thanks.

[Marie]

Sleep and dreams as the body relaxes can be very empowering. So lovely that Mojo dreams of capturing a moth while the poet dreams of catching words! I love that comparison! An eloquent write finely penned! Thank you for sharing, Thomas...

[Thomas W Case]

Much appreciated Marie.