Tumbling

Rating: 5.0

The windowsills run away
from the windows,
the floor shifts over a wave,
a black stain beetles down the wall.
I survey the gloop on dishes,
damp morsels of food on the kitchen floor,
washing forming mountain chains on the furniture,
toys scattered like landmines across the lounge.
I tumble back
hoping fervently
for uninterrupted
lifesaving
sleep.

Friday, April 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: mother,parenthood,sleep,parent
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Wild Flower 13 April 2018

Ever So Touchingly Felt! ! ! ! ! Beautiful Heart! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! Definite 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++

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Wild Flower 13 April 2018

I' am Sorry I Don't Think It's Letting Me Vote! ! ! ! !

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Michael Walker 16 December 2019

A very effective climax 'hoping fervently/ for uninterrupted/ lifesaving /sleep'. That's how I find sleep. The first half of the poem contrasts well with the second. A mess to clean up and imaginative 'windowsills run away/ from the windows'. Leave cleaning up until tomorrow.

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Robert Murray Smith 28 April 2018

Wonderful. It seems you have a lot to offer.+++10

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Bernard F. Asuncion 14 April 2018

Dear Marissa, such a well written poem...10++++

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Jazib Kamalvi 13 April 2018

A good start with a nice poem, Marissa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Chinedu Dike 13 April 2018

A well conceived and nicely crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.

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