dVerse Poets – Quadrille


To sleep, to doze
A dream composed
Shakespeare’s idea on the nose
Nightmares frequent in and out
My mind confused, caused to shout
Why can’t you sleep, just clear your thoughts
That’s what meditation taught
Thoughts pervade wishful rest—
A short nap at best.




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