Saturday, November 8, 2014

Sleepless Night



Just where am I at?
My mind is in a fervour
Sleep’s abandoned me

The hoot of the owl
Reluctant crocus in spring
The unending night

So I look for signs
Ten suicidal lemmings 
Sanity's crossroads

Thorns in my poor heart
Late roses shy in autumn
Threading the needle

Brain mushy as mud
Birds are all of a twitter
Oh no! not sunshine

I get out of bed
Or did it just eject me
To start a new day

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13 comments:

  1. come winter and every morning i like to say "Oh no! not sunshine"...sigh

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  2. This made me feel the tossing and turning of a head that refuses to sleep...translates wonderfully in word and feeling (have you tried whiskey?)

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  3. I must say, this happens to me quite too often. Of course I am a night shift worker, but still, there are times when I actually have to do things early. And then I hear those blasted birds chirping, and....argh! Frustration.

    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/11/kill-yourself.html

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  4. The nightmareish scenario of insomnia. Bravo.

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  5. I feel as though my bed ejects me every day--and I so wish it wouldn't!

    Suicide Note

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  6. Facing a new day can be most unforgiving sometimes. Nicely crafted old egg!

    Hank

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  7. 'Thorns in my poor heart
    Late roses shy in autumn
    Threading the needle' ~ read again and again

    Also like the image of 'Ten suicidal lemmings ' oh, bad for eyes..

    and 'ejecting bed' ~ cool stuff, oldegg...but please, have a good night :)x

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  8. I hope your lovely poem isn't a sign of endless sleepless nights. ๐Ÿ˜’

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  9. know that blasted feeling, a sleepless night. Very good poem

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  10. This makes me smile. :)

    I'm particularly drawn to this:
    "Reluctant crocus in spring
    The unending night
    So I look for signs
    Ten suicidal lemmings
    Sanity's crossroads"

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  11. Wonderfully vivid portrait of racing thoughts that refuse stillness and rest.

    Elizabeth

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