Open Poetry #27 |
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INSOMNIA |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
INSOMNIA The soft pink of twilight brings the day to a close. And nature rests. But for the screaming of the cats, the screeching of the the owl, the baying of the dogs out on the prowl. Church bell tolling, oh so boring and by my side my husband snoring. The howling of the wind, shrill whistle of the a train, then them lousy cats again. Sweet dawn come the sky it mottles, then the milkman rattles his bottles. The front doorloudly groans and quivers as the paper boy delivers. Morning sun at last comes creeping, perhaps a time at last for sleeping. Desperately to my dreams I cling when the phone begins to ring. Out of bed I tiredly lumber. "Sorry dear it's the wrong number" Up and dressed I look a sight but hope and pray I'll sleep tonight. |
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Kaoru![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Ooh, I understand this.. grasping for dreams that never come.. Yearning for your eyes to just stay shut long enough to be rested.. |
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