In my dreams food, money, and life lack relevance Of letting go, ego dissolving, like honey in tea.ĭreams where we can be everything we've ever wanted to be I would like to be asleep. To climb the stairs my imagination made I would like to be a bird, unburdened, I would like to be me, unbound. I would like to, pull the pinpoint stars down from the sky, I'd weave soft moonbeams through them, I would like to lay my head, On a pillow, soft as a featherbed, And let my body sink into repose, As my eyelids slowly close.
I would like to hideaway for a bit of shuteye in the middle of the day to the soft quiet spaces of the old couch before the fire, dogs snoring at my feet, new snow drifting outside my window, I would like to give in to the pull of my eyelids Begging to close But the email in front of me Deserves a reply So I sigh deeply and shrug Resisting their tug And attempt once again To compose I would like to sleep But my work is too deep.
I would like to pause just for a few precious moments to calm my mind to slide from my world of lists and piles of laundry, of last night's dishes in the sink Let's read each other bedtime stories as I drift into unconsciousness Disconnecting from today to pile my pillows all around my head A soft warm handmade quilt, my cozy nook to curl up with my favorite book I would like to take a restoring nap upon my king size bed.
I would like us to take a break I would like us to contemplate How much better we all are with rest. Here's Alexander's latest community crowd-sourced poem. One thing we confirmed, hundreds of you spend a lot of time thinking about rest and relaxation.įrom school kids to the elderly, we received over 1,200 poems from across the country. NPR Poet in Residence Kwame Alexander recently challenged listeners to write a poem about napping, or anything related, sleeping, dreaming, relaxing. A spectator sleeps during IRONMAN Ireland on Aug.
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