Monday, July 8, 2013

To Bed


To Bed

I don’t want to go to bed
always forced there before 
I was ready when I was a child

Now he tells me “go to bed”
I don’t want to go to bed
I love the night with no one

but me riding with owls
through black velvet sky
as I wished as a child

I love bed
I love to sleep deep
but not too soon

I don’t want to go to bed
I want to ride the night
hobgoblins witches owls


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4 comments:

  1. MaryJuly 9, 2013 at 3:38 AM

    Just say NO. He should not be able to control your bedtime. You should be able to ride with hobgoblins, witches, owls.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 9, 2013 at 7:08 AM

    I LOVE this poem, and the riding with owls and hobgoblins.

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  3. J Cosmo NewberyJuly 12, 2013 at 3:08 AM

    This is a lovely poem, full of joy, defiance and longing! Go the hobgoblins!

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  4. J Cosmo NewberyJuly 14, 2013 at 2:18 AM

    Right now, battling a cold, bed looks very attractive indeed.

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