Hypnotic Jerks
Limerick
By Kristen BalyeatPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Bruce Christianson on Unsplash
I drifted to sleep…
dream terrain was steep
then somehow I fell...
maybe into a well...
and my whole body did leap.
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About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (4)
Well done!👌👌
I felt this one.
I hate when that happens! But I love this poem.
Ahh!!! The worst sensation haha. This was great and I love your image choice for it!