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NaPoWriMo Day 21

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I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night so figuring out today’s poem took a little more brain than usual. Turns out, lack of sleep can be its own reward… or at least its own inspiration… I think reward may be a little strong. Enjoy!

On Lack of Sleep

Come sleep, long sleep, deep sleep, blessed.

Please sleep, more sleep, must sleep, rest.

 

No more restless longing nights.

Filled with tossing, turning fights.

 

Long sleep, deep sleep, sleep at last.

I pray sleepless nights are past.

 

Staring at my ceiling still.

Cannot sleep and doubt I will.

 

Dawn gleams on my window pane.

Time to rise and shine again.

 

No sleep, don’t sleep, can’t sleep now.

Stay awake and work somehow.

 

Home and pray for sleep once more.

Sandman visit at my door.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 7

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At this point, I’ve been awake since zero-dark-thirty on Monday. Based on my last post, that means that this one also technically counts as Day 6. Then again, maybe I’m just a little sleep deprived and punchy.  Either way…. here goes nuthin’.

On Insomnia

I wish that I could sleep each night,

Like normal people do.

It’s not that I’m not sleepy, no,

My brain would sleep it’s true.

 

But oftentimes when I lay down,

To sleep I am betrayed.

By aches and pains and bathroom trips,

Each petty thing displayed.

 

In just three hours, my back will say,

Of rest I’ve had enough.

And if I say, I would sleep more,

The back pain says, “That’s tough!”

 

That all assumes I get to bed,

And am not bathroom bound.

There’s nights when I so often run,

The bedroom’s never found.

 

Or then again I get to bed,

Sleep favours me once more.

Yet fate will not allow such peace,

My dog bangs at my door.

 

My restless legs, or restless wife,

Sometimes my restless brain.

Something is always waiting there,

To wake me up again.

 

So wish me luck, for now I’m off,

Once more to try to sleep.

Come Sandman now, grant rest to me,

That’s long and sweet and deep.

 

This is my prayer most often spoke,

Far more than all the rest.

Of all the things I seek in life,

A proper sleep is best.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

 

Aimless Wandering

On By WinstonIn Loving Life, Personal, Self Awareness2 Comments
Chester. aka: The Best Dog In The World

It’s eleven p.m and I sit before my keyboard bereft of inspiration.  This is not as uncommon as I might prefer.  Tonight I may actually have an excuse.

You see, last night, I didn’t sleep.  Not at all.  Lately that’s been happening a fair bit.  I lie in bed and toss and turn.  I do breathing exercises to relax.  I count sheep.  I count goats.  I count ibexes.  Then morning comes and I get up and get on with my day.  Within a couple of days, I sleep for six or seven hours to catch it up and all is well.

Today, it was a bit more of an issue.  Today I was getting up early because today we had to close our trailer for the season.  Technically, yesterday was the last day, but hey, who’s perfect.  The amount we pay,  I don’t feel we’re abusing them with one extra day.

Long story short:  No sleep.  Pack up the trailer.  Pack everything into the car.  Put the dog in the car.  Drive home.  Unpack the car.  Rearrange the kitchen cupboard to accommodate all the food from the trailer.  Shave, shower, go to in-laws for belated Thanksgiving Dinner.

So now I’m a little over-tired.  I’m full as a tick.  Finally, I’m actually sleepy.  So, what to write about?  Oh wait, I know.  I’ll write about not being able to decide what to write about.

Maybe a nap first.

Nah.  Just wing it.  Who’s going to notice?

Good point.

So yeah.  We’ve closed our trailer for the season.  It’s always kind of sad.  No more dodging the stuff that needs doing at home.  No more excuses to sit with my feet up and read or watch movies when I know there’s a ton of things I should be doing.  I’ll miss the chipmunks rushing through the autumn leaves.  Those tiny little things make more noise than my dog.  And I don’t have a small dog.

I’ll miss sitting on my deck dozing through the heat of the day under the awning.  Listening to some soft jazz saxophone and letting my mind drift.  Which is what it’s doing now without the heat or the jazz.

I’ve learned that everything is a question of perspective.  In July I had surgery.  That was painful and scary and unpleasant to say the least.  On the other hand, it gave me two and half months at my trailer while I recovered.  Oh and it led me to start this blog to pass the time.

In September, Blockbuster Canada closed it’s doors and I found myself without a job.  That is seriously  not cool and if you want to know more, read some of my earlier posts.  On the other hand, I worked my last shift on the 27th, and got to spend the next week and a half at  my trailer in time for one of the nicest Thanksgiving weekends on the books.

A lot of things are like that.  Kind of a good news/bad news thing.  Or, the way I usually look at things, it’s more of a bad news/good news thing.  I tend to look at the bad news first.  It used to be that’s pretty much where I’d stop looking.  Now I work to see past the bad thing in my face and look for the good things hiding in it’s shadow.  Makes the world a nicer place, and me a nicer person.

Well, I can’t think of anything else to ramble about at the moment.  Except this.  Because I just had Thanksgiving Dinner, I’d like to take a moment to be really thankful for a few things.  I’m thankful for my blood family.  They have always been there for me and have given me the space to be who I wanted to be.  I’m thankful for my extended family and friends because they help to define me.  Take a look at a person’s friends and you can tell a lot about them.  I’m fortunate to have some incredible people in my life.  I’m thankful for my personal family.  For Lynn who sees more in me than I ever will and never stops trying to help me to be the person she believes in.  For Cynthia who at eighteen still sometimes asks me to tuck her in and kiss her goodnight.  For Chester who happens to be the best dog in the world and the best friend anyone ever had.

With all the negatives in the world, it’s important for me to remember just how blessed and lucky I really am.  If anyone out there is listening……. I owe you one.

Cheers, Winston.