Strange Accounting Poem by Sandra Feldman
Strange Accounting
I think many poets,
Hardly ever,
Almost never
Sleep!
They stay up
Shuffling words,
Writing dreams
Instead of counting
Sheep.
The unconscious mind wakes with a poem. The heading of your poem says it all. Thank you Sandra for your brilliant comments.
Comical but upsetting as I spent last night begging for sleep and it did not come for hours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 10:04:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Those sheep that I count are quite noisy, the reason why I cannot sleep 😂😂😂. Just kidding, dear Ma’am Sandra ✌️✌️ Your short poem is well penned and has a great impact to all dedicated poets....10++++