Saturday, August 6, 2011

night time is for sleeping

For a writer, a sleepless night is merely a blank page with endless possibilities.  For a driver, its an open road, a full tank, a working radio and no agenda.  For a singer, a sleepless night could be like The Song That Never Ends.  It goes on an on my friends.  Some people...  For a teacher, a sleepless night means a buzzing brain with too many agendas.  Tonight I will make my sleepless night into a canvas on which I will paint words.  Perhaps the challenge will turn this night from restless into restful.

What could I paint tonight?  I certainly will not bore you with the logistics of classroom management or the intricacies of lesson planning.  I would never dream of giving you a summary of the last two chapters in the book I just read.  I couldn't possibly give you a run-down of my day complete with meal plans and errand runs.  Those pictures are all too...dull.  No Void, this is a sleepless night to remember.  Let's make it memorable.  Let's tell a story.

There once was a lady who just couldn't sleep.
Try as she might her body wouldn't leap
into Sleep's waiting arms.

She asked herself, "Why must you stay awake?
There is not even one good sake
why you shouldn't fall for Rest's many charms!"

The lady was tired but her mind was a tizzy.
The voices inside - making her dizzy
until she opened her book.

The book proved a smart remedy to quiet the noise,
until the words, THE END, stood there in a kind of a poise
as if to say, "Madejya look!"

On to the next prescription of sorts,
perhaps a cold beverage and a peek at ports
on the giant, world wide web.

Ah, that wasn't working, there's only one thing
that'd cause watery eyes and the lady to sing
of the glories of bed.

That thing was to write everything in her head
down on paper for it to be read
by anyone, anywhere under the sun
who might have the same kind of job which was undone.

As fingers hit keys and the scroll began,
a yawn escaped from her lips and ran
through her body at last!

Sleep had arrived, the long wait was over.
Eyes heavy, she fought to finish...
But alas, Sleep was too fast.

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