Friday, February 26, 2010

Midnight (Insomnia)


 


Late night whispers of 
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
Only echoes of words 
heard, 
thought, 
dreamed,

Dance in my early morning blur
And laugh
At my silence.

4 comments:

  1. This is beautiful!

    I've never been good with poetry.

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  2. wow beautiful! perfect imagery. you have eloquently summed up many of my own sleepless nights

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  3. Wow, what a beautiful way to describe insomnia. That's exactly how I feel when I don't sleep, which seems to be more often.

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  4. Just stopped by from the Lady Bloggers. I love the variety in your blog!

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