Saturday, April 30, 2022

April - Poetry Month - Day 30 - Last Words


        The bookmark, on top of the picture above, came into the bookstore at the end of March. Often people do donate books and leave 'treasures' in them. This time, it became my own treasure and I knew what I would do for April's poetry, write about found treasures, perhaps find new places to look?  

Plus! Check each day for the final line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

April ends today and thus does this particular poem a day. I'll continue writing, will continue enjoying playing with words. It's a pleasure to write every day, but even more, a pleasure to read what everyone else shares during April. With so much that's hard news recently, the respite given through reading thoughtful poems is appreciated! 

Wishing everyone a May full of springtime joys!

My Long Night


I woke up at 2:30.

I know because that’s 

what the clock read.


And I wondered if I could

sleep a few more hours?


I like rising early

but. . . 2:30?


Yet, sleep came.

I dreamed of a rocky climb

up a slippery slope 

wondering if it was really rocks

or life?


I am no Hillary or Norgay

but like the goats I see atop the rocks

when I drive into the Rockies,

I made it one step, one grasp,

one haul of my body

to the top.

What does this have to do

with getting back to sleep?

Is life too often a dream?


I rose as morning light glimmered,

turned on the coffee

to think about it.


Linda Baie © 

Until next April. . .


  1. These are not last words. I'm sure you have many poems still inside. This following of a dream and how to make sense or not of it all is inspiring. Wonderings and wanderings.

    1. Thanks, Margaret, it's been a nice month, now I'm ready for other things.

  2. I love the flow of this poem from waking to contemplation to dreaming to waking to the "glimmering" light and on to more reflection and contemplation.

  3. Your mountainous climb to this day--achieved with the grace of a goat--is a dream of an achievment. Every day, until next April, Linda!

  4. Thanks, Molly & Heidi. The poem really reflects the month, at least some days!

  5. Linda, your dream may reflect your constant climb upward. I often try to figure out my weird dreams. Your poem gives me inspiration to continue the climb. Have a lovely weekend.


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