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Occasional Poem: An Insomniac at 6 a.m.
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Early graying to dawn, this night
longer than death
I thought I heard the roar of lions
From a dreamscape of childhood—
I thought I felt the glancing starlight
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Please. I crave sleep
Like heroin.
Pink dawn, frosted grass
Autumn moving in
Over the foothills, a blanket
Of rain and hail–
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Desolate clatter
Of the neighbor’s trash can–
Drought-weary sunflowers
On the crisp morning air.
I like very much the strong images of “Pink dawn, frosted grass / Autumn moving in / Over the foothills” and the contrast of “Drought-weary sunflowers” with “crisp morning air”.
May a restful sleep come, Jenne.
Thanks, Maureen– I got a nap! xxxj
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Enjoyed the poem, expecially the following lines: I thought I heard the roar of lions…I kept thinking/ Of everything and nothing….I crave sleep / Like heroin. It’s a very good poem about insomnia. In a negative way it points up just how delicious sleep is and how wonderful.
Thanks, Doug! I value your comments and hope you’ll keep reading…xj