Almost Asleep
There’s
A span
Of time
Between
Awake and
Asleep
Where hazy
Melodies
Slow to
A gentle
Tempo
I wonder
How many
Measures
This space
Is capable
Of holding?
Trying to
Keep count
I am sadly
Awakened
Sleep evading
Allowing
The lullaby
To wash over
I am sweetly
Carried
To slumber
Melody
Forgotten
A mystery
Left for
Dreaming
Daylight Savings?
Time change?
How is that
Possible?
An enigma
At best
Lose an hour
Gain an hour
Tomorrow
Arrives the same
Sleep comes
No faster
Rest feels
No sweeter
At least not
From this
Sleepyhead
…until
My morning
Drive to work
Was no longer
Shrouded
In darkness
Instead,
A pretty
Pink sunrise
The word of the day, or the week, is sleep. It feels like I cannot get enough. It’s funny how gaining an extra hour makes me feel so tired. 😉
Piano Girl 
Sleep has been eluding on this end as well …
and the daylight savings absurdity (nothing is “saved”!) drives our dogs crazy re meal times!
Great reading your two commentaries.
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Same for our dog-16 yr old dachshund. Crazy! Always glad to read your reflections! 💛
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Your poems are a duo dynamo! I always enjoy your writing, Kelley. I’m so happy the beauty of the sunrise found you. I totally understand about the sleepy~even after gaining an hour?! It was another hour for me to not sleep, lol! Stay blessed my friend. 💛
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Thank you, Karla! Praying for sleep! 😉💛
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You’re welcome! Yes!! 🥰🙏🏻😬
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