Insomnia
When,
the solitary airs are here,
friend to the absence of light
and all is quietude sheer,
I bow to affliction’s might,
my body a twisted figurine,
alone in the dark between.
Alone
with torment and the clock
disguising minutes as hours
as the hands seem to mock
with their agonizing slow.
Then
through the glass pane I gaze
at the beacon that I can see,
it’s soft calming amber rays
there looking back at me,
it’s loyal night time bright,
through the autumn fall tree,
completely claims my sight
until my dreams are all I be.
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So well imaged, Nigel. Night time – sent to torment us … and halloween was sent to rub it in!
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Thank you Roland, I hope to bring something a tad different for All Hallows eve .
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Makes for a long night when time seems to slow. Insomnia is rough, I know, but you write about it with such elegance, Nige. That light is mesmerizing as are your words. Light in the darkness can be a welcoming, calming presence. I hope those dreams are sweet, my dear friend.
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Thank you Colleen, that’s my light on the header as you correctly guessed, my dreams are seldom sweet, but, they are dreams so I’ll take em whatever. Thank you.
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Beautiful light. My dreams are seldom sweet either, too strange to be sweet.
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Hi Nigel,
it is interesting how night could be long, when we can not get into a dream.You describe it great. Our senses were then sharpened as in animals .Thank you
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You have captured the feelings of insomnia excellently Nigel. I don’t know if it was deliberate, but each time I read it the reading became slower. A good thought provoking piece to start the week. Have a good Samhain.
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Thank you Davy, you too.
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