Afternoon Nap

AFTERNOON NAP

She slips him a note.
“Behind the bike shed, half past four.”
Seven words, a heart.
His own skips a beat and โ€ฆ Damn!
He wakes before the good bit.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 8, 2012, in Poetry, Tanka, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Ha! I love this, just what I needed to boost my mood. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. This made me smile today ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. i like it & thanks for following. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. Isn’t that what always happens… waking before the good bit. Alas!!

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  5. ah…two big laughs out of me in one minute! wow, indeed!

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  6. Amazing! Really wish I thought this one up ๐Ÿ˜€

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  7. Ha! Was it the alarm clock?

    โ€œBehind the bike shed, half past four.โ€ – oh my god, I remember one childhood episode.

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    • Don’t we all!

      “Ha! Was it the alarm clock?” No, it is when he gets excited and “His heart skips a beat”.
      Setting an alarm clock just spoils a nice nap, Naps are about freedom, which is the exact opposite to alarms. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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