Sleep No More (Celestine Nudanu)

Sleep No More

(Celestine Nudanu) 

It is late in the night,

So late

The dead silence

Soothes my eyelids

Luring me

To shut them

And succumb

To the sweetness

Of sleep.

And why not?

My dear one

Already yields

To the lull

Of the night

His gentle snores

Mingle

With the child-like

Imitation

Of our boys,

The two sounds

Blending

A discordant

Music

Creating

The only whispers

Of the night.

Behind my computer

I give  birth

And ignore

The cold place

By his side

Rightfully mine

I ignore

The look

Before he drifts off,

Hot or cold

Or both

I choose not

To see

Nor know

And I resist

Sleep,

For my muse

Has murdered

My sleep.

I am no

Lady Macbeth

But  I shall

Sleep no more

Till I have

Scribbled

And released

My muse

(C) Celestine Nudanu

15/07/12



THANKS TO MY DEAR FRIEND 

I posted this poem with the kind permission of  
Celestine Nudanu.

I am really thankful to really great poet !

Visit her sweet blog 
"Reading Pleasure" 
It is full of deep, cute and
 inspiring thoughts.

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