One Single Impression: Insomnia

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The grind of a jet engine comes to me through the night air
And I wonder how it would be to lie in the grass
Rested and peaceful
And hear that music.

I put it by.

The bark of a lonely dog calling for an open door
Reaches me and I wonder about the loneliness
Unassuming and real
That simply wants in.

I open the door.

The cry of a thirsty child calls to me through the night air
And I wonder how it would be to feel the sunlight
Warm and quiet
In the still water.

I fill her glass.

Each sound comes from a dark and separate place,
And I struggle for the silence that might yield peace
Gentle and still
In a long sleep.

I lie awake.

Now: a whisper--something about love--
But the voice competes
With restlessness
Tonight.

I cannot hear.

I turn the pillow;
I try to sleep.
I cannot sleep;
I cannot make sense

Of the whisper.

I will wait.

Light comes.
Tomorrow comes.
The dream comes?
I will arise.

I will wait.

Note: A connection between the image and the words? None. Unfortunately. I began thinking how when I can't settle into sleep, each sound from outside seems to come to me from its own universe and buzz around inside a jar. So I had that thought when I began to write, and then my mind went completely off road.

One Single Impression

Comments

  1. Neat! Seems like insomnia strikes people like us. I should try and listen to the sounds when i'm tossing around the next time.

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  2. Insomnia effects me the same way and your words are perfect whether they match the picture or not -- the picture is perfect on it's on, beautiful! Hope you have a lovely weekend, Sandy!

    Sylvia

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  3. This speaks to me, as I wait so often for that quiet nothing that allows my mind to settle down and sleep. So many times sleep doesn't come and I rise early in the day. So well said.

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  4. I really loved the mood of this poem and following a wandering mind at night. It really resonated with me.

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  5. I love it. You can take me off road with you anytime.

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  6. I think you have captured the feeling of insomnia just perfectly. I often hear those sounds. I listen to the clock tic tock, tic tock then the chimes tell me when the quarter hours come by. I even see things in the house with the lights off that looks like this picture of crockery. Wonderful poem. You can be sure you are not alone in the night.

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  7. I loved this Sandy..
    I to am a sufferer of sleepless nights.... I now get up and do something around the house.... of visit a few blogs.... it is no good me lying there without sleeping. I know when the weather is warmer and the nights not so long I will be getting up, making a flask of tea and taking off to catch the sun rise. Sleep comes to me often during the day... a hour or two of good deep sleep and I feel refreshed.
    May your pillow be as comfy at bedtime as it is in the morning...

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  8. Anonymous7:27 PM

    Off-roading agrees with you! These words are your independent suspension, Dana 60 front axle and leaf springs...

    Drive on!

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  9. I love to listen to the sounds of the night. We live near trains, both commuter and freight and to me, that's one of the best night sounds when I can't sleep. Happy sleeping!

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  10. lovely thoughts, enjoyed the flow of thoughts that came.

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  11. You well describe the voices of night.



    Aloha, Friend!


    Comfort Spiral

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  12. Nice poem Sandy :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  13. Wonderful poem, Sandy. I always enjoy so much your very fine poetry. The beautiful picture reminds me of Morandi's paintings.

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  14. I hear them too. Insomnia can be rough. But you put fine words to it.

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  15. Due to my 'all nights' shift in the hospital, i am battling with insomnia too.

    LOve the poem Sandy,it really reverberated with me. Love the photo too, simply perfect for monochrome.

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  16. Beautiful! Your poem describes the toss and turn for my restless nights.

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  17. Maybe your message is in a "bottle?"

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  18. I could hear a pin drop while reading your words. There was such a silence there; a perfect capturing of that "alone" feeling we all have in the dark at night when unable to sleep. Beautiful!

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  19. Wonderful capture of insomnia-I'm lucky I usually sleep through the night-but when I don't you wrote how I feel. Seems you are always doing that : )

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  20. lovely rhythms and float of images in the almost sleep state, half-urges to respond, then side drift but never quite sleep. great enactment in poetic form.

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  21. nice post Sandy..i could visualise all the words :)loved it :)

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  22. I think you relayed your feelings perfectly. When I can't sleep my mind flits around and I come up with these most perfect ideas and solutions then I surrender to sleep and when I awake I can't put my finger on my brilliantness of the night before. :(

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  23. Those faraway sounds are magnified at this time. Nicely done, as always.

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  24. Sandy, I've read this several times. It is my belief that the open state of waiting in the darkness, when no sleep comes, is perhaps a window of/for the sacred.... at least that is what I feel when I read your poem.

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  25. Sandy, even before I read your poem I was thinking of visualzing the filling of those containers, one by one, until sleep came.
    It would be similar to counting sheep which I can't do because I can never see any sheep to count.
    ..

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  26. sandy...wonderful poem...often i
    feel the same way...each sound in
    the night becomes a small journey
    in my mind...

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  27. the image and the words are outstanding in their own right!

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  28. you perfectly expressed how insomnia attacks us...sleepless, toss and turn, then morning comes, we feel just as empty...

    well captured Sandy!

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  29. I loved the entire concept of your poem, and especially the end...exactly how it happens in reality...how all these sounds get magnified when we can't sleep....

    My favorite line:
    "The dream comes?" :):)

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  30. Loved the images. I see myself in them. Maybe for a number of us, insomnia is the reason we write.

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  31. Beautiful expressions...you seem to be a magician..

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  32. Oh Sandy, your poem is haunting me now. We all know the feelings but you have put them into words and it's so powerful.

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  33. Well said. Lovely work!

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  34. this is great! Love the rythm (wish I'd written this myself!)
    Thanks for visiting me!

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  35. so very good

    many thanks indeed ..

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