OFTEN ONE POEM LEADS TO ANOTHER

WHERE SLEEP HAS GONE
Where has my sleep gone
once so peaceful; readily at hand

Now I finally drift off at 2 am
words comes to me at 5
demanding to be written down

Sleep, “Why do you delay
denying the solitude I seek?”

Who sends messages
disrupting my dreams
interfering with my waking?

Where has my sleep gone?

BENT GLASSES
I bent my glasses
this morning
falling asleep in them
after waking at 5 am
to write down
thoughts that woke me

Screaming in my head
to be heard
to be recognized
to be announced
to be shared with the universe

Before falling asleep again
pad in one hand
pen in the other
glasses falling off
bent under the pillow  Arlene Sandra Bice (C) 2015