inspiration
leave their breath on my fingertips while I
{try to} sleep
Their moist breath
lingers
only for a moment before they flee
Leaving me
wordless,
thoughtless,
careless.
In the morning when I wake
Alas
Alas
Only echoes of words
heard,
thought,
dreamed,
Dance in my early morning blur
And laugh
At my silence.
This is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI've never been good with poetry.
wow beautiful! perfect imagery. you have eloquently summed up many of my own sleepless nights
ReplyDeleteWow, what a beautiful way to describe insomnia. That's exactly how I feel when I don't sleep, which seems to be more often.
ReplyDeleteJust stopped by from the Lady Bloggers. I love the variety in your blog!
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