An Afternoon Nap Poem by Raven Syke
An Afternoon Nap
Summers sun dyes my skin,
Burning rust and warm hair
It lingers like a hot shadow
And refuses not to shine
Clouds of shade bring promises
A slow and persistent stalk
Worries float from me
On the breeze of summers air
Heavy eyelids already dreaming
Of memories too hard to hold
In the palm of one's mind
What's real and what is reality
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4/25/2024 10:29:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An easy poem to identify with, for me. Quite often I fall asleep in an armchair while reading in the afternoon. It refreshes me a lot. What is real? Dreaming or being awake?