Posted in Minute Poetry

Night Crawlers

Asleep, I hear the ghostly screams
in what it seems
are scolding tones
to chill my bones.

Although I try to turn away,
I have to stay
as visions spew
their hateful brew.

But in the fading dark of night
I touch the light
and stow my fear
with useless gear.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Tercet


Awake again, I nearly weep.
From every pore, my passions seep.
Exhaustion takes my soul to keep.

I trail along like helpless sheep.
My head I rest on pillows deep
and beg to float on clouds of sleep.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Alouette

No Rest For The Weary

I’m trying to sleep
but thoughts run too deep
invading my need to rest.
I toss and I turn
and longingly yearn
for victory in my quest

to turn off my mind,
be soundly entwined
with silence that rules the night.
But life still intrudes
and sleep still eludes
the need to escape my plight.

© Susan Schoeffield