Bouncing Around

There comes a time
to go to bed
when there’s a rhyme
stuck in my head
that feels it must
be free, though just
somehow not now

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet

Thanks to Susi Bocks at I Write Her for pointing out today, 21 March, is World Poetry Day in her “Celebrate Your Passion” post! I didn’t realize that when I posted my poem above. Why not take the time today to discover new poets, read poetry you love, or write something just because!

I’ll Sleep No More

One moonless night
startled awake
I saw a sight
that made me shake
For standing there
in some light’s glare
was me at three

To my chagrin
my shocked surprise
was mirrored in
his/my young eyes
as suddenly
a memory
flooded my head

This omen sent
filled me with dread
I knew it meant
I'd soon be dead
My will did crack
and I fell back
to wait my fate

For as a child
I had a dream
that was so wild
I had to scream
A man, like me
I did then see
was dead in bed

A murdered man
Stabbed through the heart
And I knew then
who played that part
This room well met
that nightmare’s set
in my mind’s eye

Hold on, I thought
I’m still alive
Had I forgot
I would survive
But three year me
cried out loudly
and said “He’s dead!”

Next morn I woke
grasping at life
Feeling reborn
Then saw the knife
plunged through a note
where someone wrote
“Dreams Do Come True”

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019