Insomnia
Thoughts reverberate
Mind is a bell
I look to hold the clapper
to match my breath with the mantra
But moonlighting at night
takes a toll
I follow the echo
of thoughts that ring hollow
and those that strike a resonance
and warrant attention
Sometimes I play dead
toss and turn the other cheek
where the grass is greener
and the sheep have been counted
Until thoughts pile in drifts
and block my passage
Until the morning sun
softens the edges
and I dream
my way out
________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
March 4th, 2022 10:37 am
The tenseness of the night…tossing and turning, is a stressful time, exemplified by your words….the morning sun, yes…somehow that grass becomes more green then and things more peaceful..
March 4th, 2022 12:38 pm
Ah yes … peaceful, restful, restorative sleep. Lovely writing.
March 4th, 2022 4:51 pm
You’ve skillfully conveyed the essence of sleeplessness, although a more peaceful world would more deeply soften those edges.
March 4th, 2022 5:29 pm
I really enjoyed the last stanza, the way you softened the sense of exhaustion that comes after one finally falls asleep after hours and hours of unintentional wakefulness. I like the dreaminess of it.
March 4th, 2022 8:06 pm
I like how you use the bell as metaphor for insomnia in the first two stanzas, the wordplay of cliches in the 3rd and peace as a season in the last. Lovely poeming, Colleen.
March 4th, 2022 9:05 pm
Night can be difficult when rest doesn’t come easy and one struggles to make it to the morning light.
March 5th, 2022 4:52 am
Dream my way out… I love the idea of that!
March 5th, 2022 11:57 pm
you have described it so well. the last stanza sums it all up, the drifting to sleep finally.
March 6th, 2022 11:56 am
Love the thought of dreaming your way out… sounds like the best way of waking up
March 7th, 2022 1:46 pm
“Until the morning sun
softens the edges
and I dream
my way out” Oh, I love that. Restless nights, I’ve known a few and sweet dreams as well.