A Poem by Joan McNerney

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Artwork by Cheryl Holz
Falling Asleep

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.

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net.

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