#144 of 365 – “accidental sightseer”

“accidental sightseer”


sleep becomes me

in the afternoon,

drapes me

like fine silk


patches dreams

into my daytime

like a warm

and comfy quilt


I briefly fade

and reality


behind me


and ever present


fall away

like debris


I enjoy

these moments

where I lift

into the ether



my subconscious,

an accidental





About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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6 Responses to #144 of 365 – “accidental sightseer”

  1. pi314chron says:

    Rhyming “ether” and “sightseer” is surprising, thought-provoking and brilliant!

    The first stanza where sleep drapes you like fine silk is one of the loveliest metaphors I’ve read in a very long time. 🙂


  2. sassyD says:

    Absolutely brilliant description of a satisfying afternoon nap. Wish I had written it myself. Ah well–something of me has been transmitted.

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