Slogging through the Midnight

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Only to realize
Determination alone isn’t enough
Strong will alone isn’t enough
Mind alone isn’t enough
Own plan will not prevail
Fatigue body in control
Render myself helpless
Entering the dream entrance
Exiting the dream world late morning
Changing sleeping habit fails

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Awaiting dawn
Leave my sleeping bed
Entering into an empty room
Switching on the light
Thinking poetry
Processing my thoughts
Writing poetry
Awaiting dawn
To pass the day sleepily
Possibly to sleep at 9 o’clock night


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 7 January 2014 from 12am to 3:41am

Hoping to change my unhealthy sleeping habit, I resolved to have a sleepless night in order to wake up early at 5am in the morning. Looking through the incomplete poetry to pass the midnight. Most attempts were failed due I fell asleep. This time I try again and see the result. The keyword “slogging through the night” helped me to begin this poetry.

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Body Donation

This incurable sickness
Hurts me
This incurable sickness
Affects others

Mentally
Physically
Spiritually

If donate own body
To assess and study
This incurable sickness
Enable the doctors to
Cure others with
This incurable sickness
Save others’ lives with
This incurable sickness
Why not donate own body?
Donate own body
Donate . . .
. . . . . . . . . own . . .
. . . . . . . . . body . . .
. . . . . . . . .


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 10 September 2013 at 7:16pm to 7:23pm

My heart is touched with Al’s response with his body once he leaves this world. He is Terry Shepherd’s brother who is under her care for his Parkinson disease. Her post can be viewed at http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2013/09/09/i-was-not-prepared/ . This poetry is dedicated to them as I put myself in Al’s shoes. Six years ago, I ever signed organ donation form if I pass away. Once our soul leaves our body, the body will either be cremated or buried. Rather than waste it away, why not use it to thank the Lord for this body and bless others’ lives.

Startling Moment

A speeding bicycle passes by
Very close to him
Whole body suddenly trembles
Heart missed a beat
Swiftly hugs me
Hug him back
Comforting
And
Continue
Our walk home.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 12:14am

As my husband, my son and I were on our way home, a cyclist passed by swiftly. It was a startling moment for my toddler because the bicycle passed by close to him. Poor baby boy. The events were expressed in poetry as stated above. Even I was shocked also.