Here we are in September, and I’m still hanging in there with my post a day challenge. I have written a lot of poetry using different styles since I started in January. I’m not saying it has been great poetry. I’ll admit most of it wouldn’t win any contests. Surprisingly, Word Daddy has stuck with me through the ordeal. He still says he wants a raise. This month I plan to write Soliloquies. These are rambling monologues where the poet has conversations with herself. I believe this will be my biggest challenge since I don’t often talk to myself. I want to put a disclaimer right at the front of the adventure. The views expressed are the inner dialog of the poet. They might be total bs, but they are real. The first poem in this series I will call Insomnia.
Insomnia
Tossing and turning
I wish I could sleep
I wish you could sleep
Every night it is the same old thing
I don’t know if insomnia
Is something that happens with age
Or if it is the state of the world
Is creating a certain level of paranoia
It doesn’t matter much at this stage
All I want to do is get a good night’s sleep.
Maybe it is a deep passion burning
Old people still have a certain level of desire
We aren’t dead yet
Mind, I suggest you need to stop churning.
Pick a better time to inspire
Or create a new story idea
Complete with characters and dialogue
Stories have a way of appearing
From somewhere out of the deep
There is a time to not worry and fret
Still, all I want to do is sleep.
Crawl out of bed and rub your eyes
Put the pot of coffee on
And make it strong
Note to me: refuse to nap
Girl don’t fall into that trap
Remember to sing your morning song
There is no point in having this conversation with yourself.
The day is waiting
There are chores to do
Don’t stand around debating
The merits of sleep
No point in feeling blue.
Caffeine may not be the answer
But at least you’re awake
Turn yourself into the kitchen dancer
And for heaven’s sake
Stop praising the merits of sleep.
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Good one, as always! 😀 Word Daddy keeps you up at night, huh?
Thank you.Word daddy is a busy muse these days.
don’t sleep
don’t eat,
don’t count sheep,
what odd hours you keep,
and when hungry,
no peep from your mouth yet your teeth,
grinding as they do,
please have a bowl of stew,
let go of the chew,
it’s going to destroy you,
what good will it do,
yet in words we are trapped,
a perpetual rat-a-tat-tat,
memoirs of lost lives do spring to this shore,
of a yet to become someone,
from now and before,
how I do implore,
please know the score,
this sleeping and waking,
is but a routine,
designed against your will,
to cook and clean,
to labour at heel of others keen,
to capture with no release date,
this is why I dream,
my dream not yours,
brought from distant shores,
imported not natural as afore,
it is this that springs upon the shore,
rat-a-tat-tat,
they too are asking for more,
not of the same,
not of the gravy train,
to issue no blame,
yet to be heard,
simple and plain,
listen and hear me,
respect that I am,
always in your wish list of things to be gained,
so grab me and put your hands on my chest,
press close and with passion to flush the cheeks and the rest,
and rest I will in your arms and legs,
just take me,
for a while and I’ll simply forget the rest…
Thank you for reading and sharing your poem.
ha ha ha…. I don’t sleep at all or very little… and I really don’t know where the stuff comes from, obviously me, but it is the weirdest thing too… like turning a tap on… stranglely (spelling error or not lol) I can’t sit and write without it being prompted… it’s as if I am picking up on the liminal subtext of others words
Thank you for reading and get some sleep.
Your poem show the world how important sleep is; as millions go without sleep daily for one reason or another!
Thank you. Sleep is soooo important.
morning song
kitchen dancer
Your poem is rife with compelling phrasing.
Thank you for reading.