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On the Edge

On the Edge

One on my lap and one by my side,
Queen-sized or king-sized, no matter how wide,
I’m always pushed out to the edge of the bed.
though I’d rather be in the middle, instead.
The tinier dog snuggles close as she’s able,
leaving me hanging out touching the table,
while the little-bit-larger dog curls on my lap
and no matter how much I wiggle or tap,
she will not budge to allow me to shift.
I know she considers her presence a gift.
One burrows closer under my arm,
as though by her presence she’s warding off harm,
but it makes typing hard with my arm in the air,
lest I disturb one of this bed-hogging pair.

 

 

Not fiction!!!!!! 5 a.m., weighted down and on the edge!!!!!

How Now. . . .?

 

After a fascinating Skype conversation about super-cooled water with Forgottenman, I settled down to watch an interview on Youtube that he’d recommended and evidently fell asleep, because my next Skype comment an hour later was :

                                   “I just woke up thinking, How now, ground round?”

I hadn’t been drinking or reading old cookbooks. I wonder by what twisted route my mind came to relay that message to me? Actually, a few hours after writing this, I decided to try to write a poem or short prose piece that made use of the line and suddenly realized that in the dream, the line was actually, “How now, ground cow?  My first thought upon awakening was, “Oh..that should be ‘How now, ground round?”  But actually, now that I think of it, I like the dream’s version better. And since no one has answered my challenge, I guess I’ll try to do it myself.  I understand your hesitation. Too weird, huh? (Since I wrote this, two people actually have answered the challenge. See their poems below in comments.)

At any rate, I challenge any witty writers out there to come up with a poem or short prose piece that begins or ends with one of those two lines.

 

A Little Night Music

maeghan-smulders-pIY5yM0bmMQ-unsplashPhoto by Maeghan Smulders on Unsplash. Used with permission

A Little Night Music

It may seem eccentric to sing in your sleep,
but when I’m in slumber so sound and so deep,
sometimes my voice just wants to get out
in some type of utterance—whisper or shout.
And then if I must, would it be such a pity
to let out my voice in a full-throated ditty?
Folks walk in their sleep, so why can’t they sing?
Why would you consider it such a strange thing?
Dreams can’t be censored, directed or herded.
There are times when  a melody must be asserted.
So if you should hear my somnambulant song,
please stifle complaints and just hum along!!

Prompt words today are sleep, rare, eccentric and sing.