PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I couldn't sleep

And figured I'd enwrap myself

In whimsical sheets

Of your basic letters

Until it tangled deep enough

Into stacks of sweaters.



There's a gaping hole

In the cloth

Dead center.

And a whitened belly reveals

Where you can scribble

In black marker

A butterfly

Or two.



Later I'll get up

And you can join me

Down the hall.

Bring me paper and glue,

All your keen supplies

To help construct

What opens my eyes.

And we will continue

My home improvement.



     Pasting poetry sheets

     On crusted walls.

     Enclosing myself

     In the finer wisdom

     Of it all.



     Putting bible pages on thread

     And weaving

     A basket of reminders

     For my daily bread.