Mid-night
holds the longest hours
the minutes roll by like lazy stones
on a decline so negligible
it halts descent
each pausing
like pageant contestants
white toothed blink
and I blink blink back
malcontent to observe
that which I wish to move on
and gracefully does
on swiveled hip
only to be replaced
by the same plastic pose.
2:39 took the crown.
I was too tired to applaud.
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I like the successive parade of minutes here... it tells the insomnia story well.
ReplyDelete(I posted one today with a similar theme, although it may not be obvious at first)
maybe today,,, you get some rest,,,
ReplyDeleteEric - Just read it. I have the same brain on endless cycle. Arrrrgh.
ReplyDeleteGlenn - This was a couple nights ago. I have slept better the past two.
"time's measure rusts as it crawls, I'll see it's face in the looking glass stop, this screaming laughter hides the pain, of it's reality."
ReplyDeleteGeoff Tate
yes yes yes. Oh, how I understand!
ReplyDeleteLazy stones! Yes they are.
Brilliant. You know that right? :)
Much better than counting sheep.
ReplyDeleteOn swirled hip/only to be replaced/by the same plastic pose…. Great!!!
I love the image if minutes rolling by like lazy stones
ReplyDeleteSometimes the nights or days seem endless
Glad to hear rest has been coming more easily
Been up since 2 am, wrote this at 4
I feel your pain
Not only could I see you in bed, I could see the pageant. Great description! Hope you got some sleep.
ReplyDeleteok, this line took the crown! 2:39 took the crown. awesome punch in this line, annie. insomnia, however, sucks. i remember the beat, the void. is it ok to be glad for sleepaids now?
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Travis - Great description...measuring rust as it crawls. Now that's slow!
ReplyDeleteTabitha - Glad something was brilliant. Written on no sleep...obviously.
Anthony - Counting anything is a useless excercise. I'm on a medication now that makes my heart race. There's no winning for now. They say it will abate in time.
Underpar - Nights or days seem to be one extreme or the other. Endless, or lightening quick. Watch out for those 2 AM infomercials.
Liza - I hate beauty pageants. The whole idea of it makes me rather nauseous, so it seemed a fitting description.
Erin - Hope so...cuz I sure am. I become even more of a raving lunatic without sleep.
I cun right, two !!!
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Mid-night
dooky held for the longest hours
the last minutes roll like my bowel pains
on a decline so forceful
it halts my starfish's clench
each pain not pausing
like my nauseated screams
white eyes can't blink
and I try to blink blink back
malcontent to observe
the bowl in which I just moved.
and gracefully does
one swiveled hip
only to be replaced
by another massive splatter.
12:39am took the crown.
I was too tired to applaud.
Heff - Jeeze! I think I'd rather have the insomnia. "I cun right, two!" Fuhnnie!
ReplyDeleteAn evocative poem. I would sleep 12 hours straight with sweet dreams and have a good wake up with a caring side.
ReplyDelete"i was too tired to applaud"
ReplyDeleteafter all that time, and all those thoughts.. no resolve and nothing has changed. only time passed and sleep lost to an internal gaze.
i'm going on vacation btw.. so i'll be MIA for a bit. and as for your advice "ask"... i want to. i really do. but i'm waiting for the right time, it's all too much a blur right now. maybe i'm just making excuses though :)
My life in poem. Add crying baby, getting up to whizz every 70 minutes, and you'll have it!
ReplyDelete- Eric
can't sleep we ll myself these days. i wondered if it was my mind or body and obviously it's my mind. so restless.
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