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My grandmother owned an old alarm clock
Its main attribute was its fine tick-tock.
Seriously – it had no further features -
No alarm to waken, nor others…
What about?....no, not even just a hand
Or two. Its shabby face said nothing, bland.
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And so every night she lovingly wound
This battered companion for, yes, its sound.
And Morpheus called in minutes she claimed,
Although when she explained he wasn’t named.
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For me - preparation for bed was hard;
Shoes and trousers removal left me scarred.
Extraction from my trousers was the aim
Yet I lacked balance and then lost the game;
Moments before I'd been ready for sleep,
But crashed to the floor in a one legged heap…
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Now I don’t sleep in my bed anymore;
Winter makes undress too much of a chore.
Instead a large armchair owned forty years
Provides me with a night’s sleep free of fears.
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It’s raw invigorating and primal
To leap up fully clothed after sleep’s final
Departure and confront the day, no pause;
So perhaps this above all is my first cause.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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Good write Dave. You asleep now?! lol.
Was 'til you came and woke me............. Thanks for the positive endorsement, orchi.
Well Dave I have to admit that I too have slept in chairs some comfy some not. But I still prefer the bed. As for the clock no clock you'll find in my bedroom I listen to the crickets, frogs and running stream unless there's a storm then I listen to the rain or when I'm at my place close to the beach where I listen to the waves
Well there you go - not like my Grandmother, not like me, but very integrated into your own environment. A rich picture you paint there. Thanks for the call Soren.
Grrrr8 poem,
awesome presentation!!💯
Deserves a standing ovation! ⏰
I don't blame you
for not sleeping in yer bed. 💤 😴
Gawd forbid, you land on yer head!¿
My beds low and close to the floor.
Don't hurt when I fall off anymore! 🤣
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
For a new strategy easy to remember 'cos of the rhyme - many thanks, Thad.👍
This hits close to me; years of all night and swing shifts have left my sleep cycle in the crapper. I'll take sleep anywhere it comes. Nice work.
I can relate to that - a very long time ago I was a shift worker. You take care of yourself, because it definitely takes its toll on health. Thanks for the visit Dan.
I hope this is only part autobiographical .. I know a few who are unable to nod off without the familiar ticking of their old friend clock .. indeed, that exact same fact features big in my would be novel about a young lad raised in a psychiatric hospital in the 50's who becomes one helluva serial killer .. You need to lay down once in a while for the sake of ya back mate .. trust me ..
Nah - fully autobiographical, for winter anyway. Come Summer I'm thinking of erecting a sophisticated swing with open meshing off a tree outside. Let cool moving air pass over and under me or ever which way plus a fine spray from the garden hose....
PS: Gran has long since passed on, and as far as the records show, she led a reasonably blameless life.......
wow, i am definitely impressed - i get a backache whenever i try to sleep in a chair - my bed is good enough and on most days allows instant slumber so that Morpheus can visit me.
good write..
The trouble with all such responses here is, like you, their picture of 'a chair' is nothing like the close intimate companion which is my chair. Large with all the right angles, it provides a comfortable base which combined with another light TV chair for my legs and feet allows me to be semi recumbent, a very comfortable position. Thanks for your call - nice to hear from you.
wow, glad to know you are comfortable, makes me happy to know you have 'all the right angles' in every way
take care
I’ve always felt the same about the simple things-Grandmothers’ treasures always make us comforted-Glad you have finally found your most comfortable armchair…Your honest poems, awaken many stories…
Thanks for finding this, Parisab - one of my better, more recent efforts.
You're too fun in your blunt fashion, tendering reality as I'm more accustomed to you fellows preferring it, this beauty delightfully rendered with excellent imagery and poignancy. Thank you for sharing, you riot.
Thanking Ye, Missy - I'll miss your support if you are not hanging around for a while.
Well, you're too kind. I'll try to keep an eye out, then, for you. My little world has been churning out of order all year and as my 50th birthday looms I'm finding me no longer so chipper nor interested but in hiding my pitiful head under a friendly log, if you catch my drift.
Sort of. But it were along time since I were 50 - lucky you....everything's relative....
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