When the Magic Happens

Poetry 1 Minute


Monostich: mischievous morpheus

On the borderline of sleep dwells mishap

The weight upon a lazy eye
In slumber were fortunes fare
Cast there on a cat of nine
and remind these hands of mine

Negligence: Not a saucy garment for bed
Negligee: Not an absence of sense… well….

My name?

It’s exotic, alluring,
dangerous, sexy
Like a premonition
coming to fruition
in the night
They call me
The accident waiting to happen

Weekly Theme:
Accidents

Published by Michael 'mouse' Murdoch

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21 thoughts on “When the Magic Happens”

  1. On the borderline of sleep dwells mishap
    You speak great truths here M

    Last night I was on border
    Of going off to sleep
    When shit, a mishap happened
    Fell off me bed in heap

    Moral – don’t hug side of bed when on borderline…….
    Listen to M. He knows best

    zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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  4. Sometimes insomnia isn’t a bad thing. 😁
    Evening eye candy and the wrapper is quickly peeled away. Oh! And Mr. Accident never introduces himself, he just barges in like a rude unannounced visitor. 😉💙

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    1. Thank you, though, it’s more laziness on my part 🤣
      I come up with something, realise it’s good but can’t figure out where to take it. Then I decide it is perfect as it is.

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