saturday scribes: the air we breathe; 3 words, overcome, chimera, canopy
read write poem: day 12, napowrimo; photo: bird seller, dolce babanne, flickr
the cognizant invisibility
of my digital clock
red light’s silent
thunderous ticking
it’s always this way
overcome with restless-ness
suspended sleep
even here with peace
lying beside me
in gentle waves of water
all wet
a quiet noise comes
the sandman
his twinkling toes
and pink gold floating dust
cannot help but to
take flight the
midnight cool air
a singsong bird’s call
chimera dripping rainbow
we soon soar
peeling past the
canopy effervescent stars
subtlety steady
straight ahead
there’s nothing so like this
not even hot butttered
blueberry pancakes
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Yeah, very nicely done and to the prompt (s).
Love the pancake humor at the end.
Wakeful restlessness and dreamy flight. I can hear that damn clock in my head!
This was great, fun to read. I like the picture that accompanied it too.
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