Sleepy, tired
wake up from tired sleep
open eyes, rub the sleep right out
yawn quite a bit
move about
breath in, breath out.
Wake for the day starting, begin
sleep tonight after dark steps in
where once again
sleepy, tired is what is felt
begins.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Coffee taste
Lingers
The aroma whirls
Round my senses
No
Other feeling
Neither
Happiness
Nor
Dread
Can accommodate
Like this
In
My sleepy
Morning head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Shingles have taken over my face
Pain and tingling, ravage taking place.
Pills medicate leaving sleepy
Laying down the only peace.
Mending now, I’ll take a rest
Hoping soon to be in a better place
With no shingles on my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sleepy, lazy day
Working towards
Accomplishments
That’ll change
All my days.
A smile and some sad
The good and the bad
It’s all here
On a sleepy, lazy
My kind of working day.
That’s why I say
I’m hoping I hear
It’s all here
To stay.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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