Weary Eyes

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My eyes are bleary,

Yes, weary.

Long hours I’ve spent

Staring at text,

Editing,

Suggesting,

Commenting.

 

My head is achy,

Yes, shakey.

Long hours I’ve spent

Thinking,

Writing,

Typing,

Encouraging.

 

My thoughts are jumbly,

Yes, tumbly.

Long hours I’ve spent

Considering,

Contemplating,

Postulating,

Populating.

 

My eyelids are droopy,,

Yes, loopy.

Long hours ahead

I”ll spend in my bed.

So off I’ll go,

Not a bit too slow.

 

©B. Donaldson, 2018. All rights reserved

 

 

About bjdonaldson

I'm an average woman who enjoys reflecting on life, writing poetry and ponderings, and having a good laugh. DIY, baking, and cycling are fun, too. If you visited me, I'd invite you in for a cup of coffee and a little chat. I am a Literacy Coach, Reading Specialist, and former classroom and Reading Recovery teacher at an elementary school. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

6 responses »

  1. Your great poetry was perfect for how I’m feeling…my Easter break begins in 18 hours…droopy, loopy! I know I can make it!!

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  2. I’m tired just reading this! And I’m on spring break! Your use of alliteration (I think that’s what it is here) makes your poem read so smoothly!

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