Not a Picnic

Holding tight to
her teddy bear
on a flight through
here to somewhere
as nightmares play
both night and day
to form her norm

© Stephen W. Buchanan 2022

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

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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