20 Apr 2013

# 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?
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18 comments:

  1. Janet Martin20 April 2013 at 04:28


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

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  2. Laurie Kolp6 May 2013 at 20:00

    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. Helen6 May 2013 at 20:03

    ... 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. Jinksy7 May 2013 at 18:15

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

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  4. Kerry O'Connor6 May 2013 at 20:49

    How did we handle insomnia before the internet?

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    1. Jinksy7 May 2013 at 18:11

      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. Gail7 May 2013 at 00:04

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

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  6. Titus7 May 2013 at 00:20

    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. Jinksy7 May 2013 at 18:14

      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. Anonymous7 May 2013 at 05:54

    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. Jinksy7 May 2013 at 18:12

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

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  8. Herotomost7 May 2013 at 16:44

    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. Jinksy7 May 2013 at 18:09

      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. Kay L. Davies7 May 2013 at 17:47

    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. Jinksy7 May 2013 at 18:07

      Or possibly, 'this way madness lies!' LOL

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  10. Susan8 May 2013 at 00:01

    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. Margaret8 May 2013 at 04:39

    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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