See how they leap;
rows of sheep — as
my sleep slips by.
Please tell how ewe
supply can grow
and not slow while
bedclothes strangle
I’m mangled and
wrangle: one, two
cobalt blue when
the gnus disrupt.
Reclining girl in sheep by Salvador Dali
I really struggled with the than bauk for Marion at toads. This turned out to be a weird little poem.
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December 9, 2017
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This is beautiful! I love the image of ‘rows of sheep’.. we are often led into the arms of imagination as we struggle to sleep 🙂
That’s exactly how I felt last night. Fun poem that happens in those in-between moments.
That *is* a weird little poem but I love how it sounds. Kinda rolls around in the mouth. Probably enough for nightmares 🙂
I believe in keeping things weird. I love it!
Ha! Well, leaping gnus are a thing in Africa, though quite often they fall into the mouths of crocodiles! You certainly convey the perils of being a restless sleeper, and well done with the rhymes. This is very difficult to do.
I love the opening lines, Bjorn – I imagine row upon row of sheep! I also love the image of the tangled bedclothes and the gnus!
Hahaha – so clever!
A weird poem for a weird painting! Equally disturbing.
Hi Björn, you really tried with this form. It was really hard for me; rhymes in all the wrong places!
Oy, I hate it when I can not sleep
thought I have never really tried to count sheep
i just paint the back of my eyelids blacker and blacker.
I did toy with the form a bit, but never really got anything
out of it.
I actually saw that we did it at dVerse before I started to write… 🙂
A fun little poem, Bjorn. I like its turns, I’m wondering if your muse brought you the picture before you wrote. It’s a good match
..
Well you rose to the challenge and weird this is not!