(This is a part of continuing poetry challenges over at LL's blog, Seedlings in Stone)
Slumber comes
inward floating down
dancing waters
rhythmic turn reaching
against starry night
stretch and grow
but in the darkness
fear and betrayal swim
swirling tempests
threatening to overcome
tossing and turning
flail I against the
emptiness
bedclothes tangle and catch
arm encircles
comforts, draws in
husbands heart beat pounds in ear
soothing slowing
tears wend ribbons
across skin down face
round curve
as I slip into sleep again
3 Comments
L.L. Barkat
I especially like this phrase…
against the
emptiness
bedclothes tangle and catch
We feel the tension of your struggle in the common things you touch (and that touch you). This too is seeing. Thanks for your offering!
Ann Voskamp
…”soothing slowing”
Your words did that for me.
Joy?
You bring just that.
Rebekah
Love this Joy…thank you for sharing and expressing with such beautiful words.