Tag: rest

Where the bedframe ends

There is a place where the bedframe ends
And before the rest of the world begins,
And there my queendom’s shelter and light,
And there my pillowy throne room’s might,
And there snacks, books, and art supply,
Are my world—a reality out of print.

Let me stay in this place of eternal snacks
And during the dark I can Zoom my friends.
Pots on the windowsill where my house plants grow
Where the outside ledge feeds a friendly crow.
And I watch there the chalk-white chemtrails go
To a place where the sun burns hot.

Yes I will keep feeding my friendly crow
And will worry about burning too much CO(2).
For I am scared for the rest of the world to know
Of my place where the bedframe ends.

Well you may have guessed: a rejiggling of Shel Silverstein's "Where the sidewalk ends" with a lot of his words incorporated.
a super cosy (with slightly too furry pillows) bed surrounded by a bedframe with fairy lights and a milky glass wall in the back with green palm trees behind it
Photo by Tan Danh on Pexels.com

Let your Soul Unwind

Just breathe and let your soul unwind.
Granddad’s advice holds steady.
Pause is important for the mind.

It keeps the soul and body aligned
Forfeiting pause is deadly.
Just breathe and let your soul unwind.

Be gentle with yourself. Be kind.
And now just let your breath be.
Pause is important for the mind.

Body, soul, and heart entwined.
In rest you find their beauty.
Just breathe and let your soul unwind.

Let sorrow go, leave it behind.
It often weighs too heavy.
Pause is important for the mind.

Embrace yourself. Embrace your light.
And learn to love your body.
Just breathe and let your soul unwind.
Pause is important for the mind.

My first villanelle (maybe?)! Poetry helped me learn English more, and get a better handle on the intricacies of this language, but writing poems based on very particular rules is pushing me way more out of my comfort zone. 
So please let me know what works and what doesn't work. 
And how the rhymes go ...