Falling Asleep
Joan McNerney
Curling into a question mark
Eyes shuttered
Lips pursed
Hands empty.
Dropping through
Long dusty shafts
Down into dank cellars.
Leaving behind faded day.
That last cup of sunlight
Pouring from fingertips.
Lulled by rattling trains,
Sighs of motors.
Bringing nothing but
Memory into night.
Now I will untie knots
Tear off wrappings
Opening wide bundles of dreams.
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Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Journals, and numerous Poets' Espresso Reviews have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest titles are The Muse in Miniature and Love Poems for Michael both available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net