Eleventh Hour

by Joan McNerney


Wrapped in darkness we can

no longer deceive ourselves.

Our smiling masks float away.

We snake here, there

from one side to another.

How many times do we rip off

blankets only to claw more on?


Listening to zzzzzz of traffic,

mumble of freight trains, fog horns.

Listening to wheezing,

feeling muscles throb.

How can we find comfort?


Say same word over and over

again again falling falling to sleep.

I will stop measuring what was lost.

I will become brave.


Let slumber come covering me.

Let my mouth droop, fingers tingle.

Wishing something cool…soft…sweet.

Now I will curl like a fetus

gathering into myself

hoping to awake new born.


©Copyright 2015, Joan McNerney

JOAN MCNERNEY - poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Camel Saloon, Seven Circle Press, Dinner With the Muse, Blueline, Missing of the Birds, as well as included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press, and Poppy Road Review, Anthologies. She has been nominated three times for the Best of the Net...

[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: i breathe deeply because everything is all sparkly and beautiful and exciting and life is good by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers.


Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015

Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015