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Now I lie beneath the covers, worldly thoughts I try to smother,
sleep, a pleasure like no other, eyes feel heavy, a yawn comes on.
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep, plump my pillow and snuggle deep,
sigh and settle, welcome sleep. Sandman, show me somnolent scenes,
dream me drowsy, dozeable dreams, grant me glories to gaze upon;
let me sleep until the dawn.
It doesn’t seem too much to ask, nightly nap after daily tasks.
Let me sip from a soothing flask, no further need to labor on;
tomorrow is another day — to fight the fray, to harvest hay,
maybe to while the time away. Never mind the resolutions,
problems having no solutions, the curtains of the day are drawn;
I want to sleep until the dawn.
Now, I begin to feel a twitch, a muscle spasm, now an itch.
I really hate to whine and bitch, but this condition can’t go on.
Turn on the light, read my book, squint, give the clock a second look,
wonder how many pills I took. Covers rumpled, twisted, tangled,
I’m annoyed, nerves are jangled. Maybe, turn the radio on;
I need sleep before the dawn.
Think I’ll go down and watch TV, something relaxing — history,
maybe drama or mystery, don’t want anything that’s too long,
don’t want to think or contemplate, would be nice just to vegetate,
if it’s too slow I’ll ruminate. Jay is always good for a laugh,
just in time for the second half. Shopping channel has got a con;
I can’t believe I’ve got this on.
Hush sleepy papa don’t you cry, sleep will come — by and by.
Sing me a soothing lullaby or sweet and lowdown, bluesy song.
In the wee hours of the morning, thoughts arrive without a warning,
evil thoughts like hornets swarming, spoken by a voice inside,
meant to weaken and deride — I’m not worthy to carry on.
No time for sleep — here comes dawn.
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I often have a problem with Insomnia. The above represents a fairly typical night for me. The form of this poem is loosely based on Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” which is, I believe a Sapphic variant. The rhyming pattern is: aa/ab/cc/cd/db/b.
Good morning Mary Rose,
I take it that you didn’t have a good night’s sleep. Me neither. I fell asleep watching an episode of “The Legend of the Seeker”.
It’s interesting that you mentioned that you like to sew. I used to find that very relaxing. I’ve made shirts, vests and jackets. I was making a suit, but I grew out of it before it was finished. I love quilts. My mother had a quilting frame in our basement. I kept her quilts until they were threadbare. There’s something comforting about an article that has consumed a lot of an artist’s time.
When I look at my paintings it’s not the subject that I see, but the hours of thoughts that went through my head at a particular period of time, like an unwritten diary from years ago. The Bob Seger phrase, “I wish I didn’t know now, what I didn’t know then.” just popped into my head. It is a phrase that Bob hated, and wished he had never written. Such is life.
I’m rambling aren’t I. The last sentence, “The rhyming pattern is: aa/ab/cc/cd/db/b” refers to the structure of the poem. In the first line “covers” (a) rhymes with “smothers” (a). In the second line, “no other” (a) rhymes with the two preceding: “comes on” (b) rhymes with “upon” in the fifth line, and so on… The pattern is repeated in each verse. I hope I have satisfied your curiosity. Have I?
Enjoy the sunshine,
Dennis
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I read an article creative people have many restless nights, going on very few hours…
gosh I must be extra creative LOLs…
your thoughts here describe mine and I am sure alot of others nights…
I write, sew (working on another quilt, it is very mantra? for me) listen to music…
okay enough rambling..I need another cup of coffee…I usually have just one…but this morning feels like a two cuppa..
Hope You have a very Creative day in your neck of the woods Dennis
Take Care…
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maryrose
one day you will have to explain what your last sentence means…I have not a clue…
and I am curious
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