A favorite subject from an insomniac. Cannot sleep so I will write dark poetry.
in bated breath blue words of night
whisper tales in tongues foreign
sorrow and dismay meld into confusion
in this intimacy of an order unknown
nightingales sing in the voices of ravens
a procession of mutant figures in black
weep into pools of unwavering sorrows
from wide eyes of alabaster and crimson
solace to embrace my pounding heart
flees into the vast spoils like a vagrant
what coward is this calling in the night
defenses to stave off the vicious attacks
I am unable to summon from the quiet
of this alien nocturnal world I roam
peace and solace my original destinations
master of the world of the unconscious
detours me into the basin of oblivion
gasping and gripped in fear and trauma
reprieve startles me into conscious escape
will providence not lead me to a sanctum where the cowardly attack me not at will
where are the nights when dreams were
fields of gold and solace, blue birds singing
in the voices of love and understanding
I found sex was the only cure for them long sleepness nights Jon, and now that I'm on Niagra, we don't do sleepness nights anymore, or antiquing, I almost said poetry, but that'll take a while longer. You sure curled the wrinkles here my friend, you been reading our minds have you? Happy Holy Days! Jasmin Horst
Oh, my! How the reality of your poetic images come forth for many insomniacs, Jon! You use your nightly time for wonderful, descriptic poems, friend.
Blessings and Love...and sweeter dreams - Micke
'Where are the nights when dreams were fields of gold and solace, blue birds singing in the voices of love and understanding'----------- BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
IT MUST BE A POET'S CURSE FOR I HAVE MET SO MANY WRITERS AND POETS AND WE ALL SEEM TO HAVE THAT IN COMMON...GREAT WRITING COMES IN OUR MOST WEARY HOURS.
FEE
The Wee Hours Muse is upon thee, Jon, and she inspires well. You wax eloquent and deep, searching and mining...yes, I'm with you in the damp, clinging air...particularly impressed by the visuals, this poem resonates.
where are the nights when dreams were
fields of gold and solace, blue birds singing
in the voices of love and understanding
Jon, I've been in search of those nights for so long
I can't remember the last time I had a proper night's sleep.
But I'm delighted to see that you turn your sleepless nights
into brilliant poetry.
Well written Jon. Hope after this you snored soon as your head touched the pillow. Thanks for the selection of words, eloquence and the gentle flow of the poem
With you all the way, Jon. You have done a wonderful job of expressing
what many of us feel as we lie awake at night wondering what tomorrow
will bring. May your tomorrow bring pleasant surprises, and may the day that follows prove even better. With gratitude, respect, and
affection, 'Pea'
I fear hospital stays, as necessary as they are at times because I have never been able to sleep more than a few hours each night I'm there and it takes my system weeks to recover when I get out. Hope the sandman visits you soon and lets you get a good nights sleep. Great poem on how one feels left to their thoughts without sleep.
George
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Blessings and Love...and sweeter dreams - Micke
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Karen
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FEE
John
fields of gold and solace, blue birds singing
in the voices of love and understanding
Jon, I've been in search of those nights for so long
I can't remember the last time I had a proper night's sleep.
But I'm delighted to see that you turn your sleepless nights
into brilliant poetry.
-gene.
what many of us feel as we lie awake at night wondering what tomorrow
will bring. May your tomorrow bring pleasant surprises, and may the day that follows prove even better. With gratitude, respect, and
affection, 'Pea'
As long as it's dark,
may as well follow suit.
Happy Holidays.....
W~
Regis
George
lighting candles in the dark
anticipation grows within
every line of emotion
Peace, Love & Inspiration
Vickie