What quiets this lad?
Not song. Not motion. Not touch.
Just sleep’s caresses.
Sleeps like a baby.
Your restless stirrings, yearnings
Counter the cliché.
For too many years,
He has sought refuge in sleep.
But forever wakes.
Not song. Not motion. Not touch.
Just sleep’s caresses.
Sleeps like a baby.
Your restless stirrings, yearnings
Counter the cliché.
For too many years,
He has sought refuge in sleep.
But forever wakes.
[Thank you to One Deep Breath for the prompt of Sleep. Read more here.]
8 comments:
Very poignant this series of haikus- and the picture is too sweet...
Oh, to sleep like a baby- I fear that is an impossibility these days...
Oh, why won't you sleep?
I know the tooth is painful,
But, oh, for more sleep.
These are precious. The first one is adorable!
Precious baby and wonderful haiku. The saying should be "sleeps like a teenager." lol
What a sweet baby. They haikus fit so wonderfully.
What pure sleep, and adorable picture.
The photograph married with the visual imagery of the haiku is a perfect match.
Just lovely.
Great photo and poems. He is a cute little guy.
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