A tongue-in-cheek poem during a particularly tough day at work. Early night for me tonight...
Exhaustion, leans upon me with heavy obstinacy Coffee makes me jittery and I've run out of tea The atmosphere smudged dark like charcoal - lacking detail, blurred fuzzy patterns on a page Noise rubs annoyingly across my senses, reverberates in hollow chambers and echoes with delusion My aching shoulders no longer feel like they're a part of me. Head pounds thoughts fuzzy My bed calls out my name I ignore its beckoning continue working After all, I'm playing the waking game...
As a shift worker, I’ve struggled with this dilemma many times.
You’ve captured a moment in time…fighting sleep, resisting surrender. The answer remains untold. Who shall be the victor – the mind or the body? Conflict within – well done and a joy to read!
Hugs, Susan
Reviewed by Phyllis Du'Gas (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2005
Timing and Choices my dear....Timing and Choices. I totally understand.
Who hasn't been there?! When was your last vacation? She laughs...Ok, then when was your last massage? You bear a heavy load taking care of others. Make time to take care of yourself...
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2005
"After all,
I'm playing
the waking game"
Excellent ending to this write! It sounds like you were on overload. I hope you got some rest tonight. :)
Chanti you describe it so well, the frustrations of being harried from a combination of work, tiredness,having obligations etc .We
have so much on our plates sometimes it's a wonder we get anything
done.;-) Excellent poem!
etw
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on February 10, 2005
Only you, Chanti, could pen something this meaningful
after a long and arduous day at work. You are something else,
beautiful lady!
But try to slow down a bit...I hate to see you push yourself
so hard.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 10, 2005
Work and work till you die. There's plenty of fish in the see to fry..
sometimes we just have to dream while still awake especially when a poem has to have its say ... and it says how i feel now ... vivid write, Chanti ...
I know the feeling well, and it is a miserable feeling.
Sadly, I often find I am too tired to go to bed...after a rough afternoon at work, I go home and find a second wind, and the early bedtime that I often need never seems to happen. :(
Tongue-in-cheek or not, I thought this a very good poem. (Sorry, I can't ever seem to express how I feel about things I read. I'm an okay poet, I guess, but lousy at expressing how much I enjoy other peoples work...I've noted this on other writers as well. Well...anyway...great work here.
Lack of sleep and caffeine; a bad combination, Chanti. Better heed the beckoning bed methinks. Thank you for sharing something that most can relate to, I am quite sure. Love to you. Regis
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
You’ve captured a moment in time…fighting sleep, resisting surrender. The answer remains untold. Who shall be the victor – the mind or the body? Conflict within – well done and a joy to read!
Hugs, Susan
I'm playing
the waking game"
Excellent ending to this write! It sounds like you were on overload. I hope you got some rest tonight. :)
Melanie
all connected love your expressions here
have so much on our plates sometimes it's a wonder we get anything
done.;-) Excellent poem!
etw
after a long and arduous day at work. You are something else,
beautiful lady!
But try to slow down a bit...I hate to see you push yourself
so hard.
Ancient hmmm, Anglo proverb..
Paul;-}
Ons foeter daai engelsmanne lekker op met die kriket nę!!
Thanks for sharing this!!
Love Tinks
Sadly, I often find I am too tired to go to bed...after a rough afternoon at work, I go home and find a second wind, and the early bedtime that I often need never seems to happen. :(
Thanks for writing and sharing. :)
My, oh, my, can I identify with this one! Vividly and compellingly penned--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I feel like this every day :)
Felix