Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Insomnia

Night   time   surrounds
shallow      vision    and
daisies    wrapped     up
by  the   moon. I  count
sheep  that  so  sweetly
fly        above,    where
dreams   should     twist
and   yearn   but  clocks
tend to tick and talk  too
much   and the   covers
become so  firm. ..so  I
roll  and sigh  and close
my eyes and   by  then
it's      daylights     turn.


5 comments:

Barb said...

You describe it so well, Alexis - I've been there. Not fun when you have little ones to tend the next day. Unfortunately, I have no antidote. Unless - maybe you just focus on your breath, nothing but the breath. Sometimes that works.

JoAnn Hallum said...

Maybe when you feel that way you should just watch some Sherlock so you can get scared at the same time! or not ;)

JoAnn Hallum said...

Maybe when you feel that way you should just watch some Sherlock so you can get scared at the same time! or not ;)

Annie said...

The way you've broken up the words, works so well with this poem, capturing the feeling, yet, the rhythm is unbroken and there is momentum.

Thomas Olivera said...

oh! this is interesting...insomnia...!! never knew someone could write on it...