Saturday, April 20

# 20

A.M.

It's half past one.
Rest will not come
until my skin
has cooled. My shins
burn
while I yearn
for slumber.

A number
of factors
have caused reactors
in my being
to send fleeing
any chance of sleep.

So I creep
downstairs,
where
a screen
will seem
friendly as I type
this night,
for it 'hears' my words...

But that's absurd...
it has no ears.

Yet it appears
to wait for each
new character to reach
into its mind-set
on this page which lets
me speak,
as I seek...
communication?
Or commiseration?

18 comments:


  1. hear! hear! It takes one to know one...and oh, I love the ending!

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  2. I'm sorry you couldn't sleep, but isn't it wonderful that we have something constructive to do when we can't?

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  3. ... once upon a time, unable to sleep, fretting, lying awake .. I heard the whistle of a train ~ got up inspired) wrote a poem. Nice one, Penny.

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    1. Was that about a train? If so, you should have put your poem in as part of this comment! :)

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  4. How did we handle insomnia before the internet?

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    1. That was where books came into their own - now a Kindle helps, but even that palls after a few hours when you think you should be asleep, instead. :)

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  5. Ah, the new version of the old journal...wonderful weaving of words.

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  6. Commiseration! I'm an insominiac, and spend the night listening to the World Service, which means enduring an hour of 'Business Matters' every night. Gets better after 2pm though!
    Nice use of rhyme, hope you get a better night tonight.

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    1. BBC has a weird choice of through-the-night stuff, I grant you, but Classic FM makes a good substitute. :)

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  7. BOTH! Even though I write in longhand first, and I do have a pad next to my bed, my favorite chair, and even (cringe) in the bathroom, ha ha.

    Sorry you are not sleeping well. Sleep deprivation is, I'm sure, a sign of genius. And I'm stickin' to that one, Jinksy. Peace, Amy

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    1. Hmmm... a computer in the bathroom would be the height of decadence! LOL

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  8. At that time of night it has to be commiseration...lol. I find as I get older (big surprise here) that I have the worst time sleeping...and no, its not because I hear deaths sickle scraping the walls...lol. Not sure what it is. At 5 am on a weekday I say "I could sleep all day" then when I could sleep all day on the weekend...I am up at 5 am. Its just not fair...lol. Great shot of lifes little realities...loved it.

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    1. That's the universal 'Sod's Law' factor creeping in! But who wants to sleep away the weekend, anyway? LOL

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  9. Oh yes, I can certainly relate to this one, Jinksy. Maybe Amy is right, sleep deprivation might be a sign of genius! Love that explanation!
    K

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    1. Or possibly, 'this way madness lies!' LOL

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  10. I sleep in naps. I love the afternoon ones. But this means I often seek the screen in the wee hours. A fantastic time to write! No one else's gravitational pull interferes.

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  11. It can be tricky. Sometimes I am tired, and I fight to keep reading, don't want to sleep. But yearning for sleep. That is no fun.

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