Walls of night surround me
crowding hard and closing in.
Tonight’s sleep,
yet another failed marathon,
alone except for the clocks
who break the silence.
The stage is set, the actors here,
but a heart’s reel of film
shows only reruns on a lonely night.
Maddening clocks! All-knowing,
counting out beats,
each slow as a tear,
loud, yet oddly a whisper.
I’m sorry to intrude,
but I'm awed by their blending
of my insomniac sadness
into their nightly concerts.
The ticking clock is
both a friend and foe.
No way to forget,
so afraid I might,
and feeling so alone.
Regardless of content, your poems always have unique phrasing, and that is a rare talent.IMHO
I’m sorry to intrude,
yet I'm awed by their blending
of my insomniac sadness
into their nightly concerts.
Hi CJ...most insomniacs will relate to this. My humble suggestion to all insomniacs is to invest in some Sleepy-time tea...then get on your knees and ask God to send His army of guardian angels to guard you, your windows and your doors...and ask Him to allow you to have a pleasant night's sleep filled with lovely adventures! It works for me... :) Having said all that, I think you've captured the insomniac amazingly well!
A frothy mocha does it for me at bedtime..:)
And soon that cicada of clocks becomes just a distant memory
I let the Sandman do his job !
Wonderful and expressive poetry CJ !
An artistic accomplishment on the mysteries on the mind. Insomniac" delivers a tray of poetic ambrosias to feed the court of Minerva, and to nourish the mind of this reader.
"Insomniac" adds value to the history of twenty-first century's Poetry.
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I’m sorry to intrude,
yet I'm awed by their blending
of my insomniac sadness
into their nightly concerts.
Hugs
Rusty
hugs Angela
Regis
God Bless
Love, Lena
Love Tinka
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Tracking you now, I love the way you write!
And soon that cicada of clocks becomes just a distant memory
I let the Sandman do his job !
Wonderful and expressive poetry CJ !
Much Hugs
Peter
An artistic accomplishment on the mysteries on the mind. Insomniac" delivers a tray of poetic ambrosias to feed the court of Minerva, and to nourish the mind of this reader.
"Insomniac" adds value to the history of twenty-first century's Poetry.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
shows only reruns on a lonely night.
How true, very often, for most of us.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)