Just Beyond My Grasp
When I’ve passed a restless night,
to once more welcome morning light,
I do not leave a lover’s grasp.
No knitted legs need to unclasp.
What time on waking I can afford
is simply spent unwinding cord:
the earbud cord around my neck,
my PC power cord from the wreck
of pillows, comforter and sheet
that somehow, now, are at my feet.
My MacBook Air, just by my shoulder
has come unplugged and so is colder
to my touch. It won’t power on.
Then, when plugged in, my poem is gone.
For SOCS
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Wow, that was excellent! We’ve all had those nights!
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That’s what is so reassuring about blogs, Kim!
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I love poetry I feel a connection to.
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You take us right there, Judy
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Oh no.
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Nice one Judy. Can relate to losing power and whatever I was working on too!
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