Restless minds
Restless minds as blowing wind
Nary a thought in which to spin
Naught paths to grasp or seed to bear
Tumultuous thoughts on tepid air
Nary sleep found for relief
No moments rest a mind which leaps
Carried to the lands of waste
Desert dryness no escape
A carnival of missed gold rings
Naught one be caught its rigged you see
Thoughts floating on the darkened sea
White caps doth toss them out of reach
You pray for sleep that it may come
To stop the spinning wheel humdrum
But there you sit or there you lay
Apathetic minds be frayed
For life can have no favor choose
When all you wish to do is snooze
A body steamrolled paper thin
Mind fraught now tossed into bin
A moment’s sleep alas will come
But nay naught for the morning sun
A Midnight oil again you burned
Aye once again, yet still unlearned
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
June 5, 2012
Regis
Gail
Di
Edith
Beautifully penned Carolee
Blessings,
Christine
that internal eternal tossing and turning..
infuriating;
well penned
john
Love ya!
Jane
any sleep...Enjoyed!
Always,
Deborah
Mark
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
that sleep thing, it's such a piece of work isn't it! I am a night owl always burning the midnight oil, but when I do go to sleep I sleep like a baby. When the mind is restless, you are right there is no hope for a good nights slumber.
Great quote also!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
when one is in that place nothing helps to bring you to a sereen place. expertly portraied.
Budd
Wonderful poetry, Carol. Hah! Love the photo!