350. Owl

About my weekend writing schedule… 

While masses sleep,

Drunk friends dance free,   

Strangers thread meat, 

In bed. 

She picks dropped pizza from the floor,

Intent haphazardly to gorge, 

Cigeratte ash drops just before,

She tastes the dirty cheese. 

Whilst inside I sit, pensive, quiet, 

My clinking, plinking, fingers whitened,

By hollow glow of laptop, writing,

Writing, writing…

Sleep. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. nice picture of yours and a good post all on sleep.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. eliwoodbine says:

      Thanks Kamal! I really need to learn how to get more sleep.

      Like

  2. Meg Sorick says:

    It’s a writer’s life. Always observing, making mental notes about plot points, and writing when others are eating, sleeping, dancing and making love!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. eliwoodbine says:

      Hahah! Exactly. I thought I was alone until recently. But turns out I’m just a writer!

      Liked by 1 person

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