OSI, Insomnia prompt
in Somnia’s Song the Sheepish
look at superstition, a pug’s glare at it: don’t you fail me.
I have my lucky sock on. sleep is inevitable.
the outcomes are all ad hoc. waking proves sleep
like death proved you lived once.
nah. the hammered thumb of rule: try and you fail.
fail to try and fail slightly less
but care less about the wins because when being action,
you’re too busy being a moving target.
even you can’t hit yourself. your limbs are each to their own
dimensions and dementias.
you are the 5th plane of existence or distorted petty what-ifs,
a fretful mess or curious whimsy
at the fluffy moon-comforter. sleep doesn’t care to hear
about your mood, witness. it shrugs.
nothing for it. sleep frequently. wake at 2, 3:30, 4:45, 7,
7:30 still winter storm night
and the solutions are still hours
of mistakes out of light.
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Really well done. There is so much here one can grab onto with a nod. And that last line – I am liking how you ended the poem.
There was a fragmented feel to this that really added to the impact of exactly how a sleepless night feels…wonderfully restless poem!
Really well done. Thank you.
Now i feel like i’ve had much of this lines of yours…
i have been suffering such for quite sometime now..
The fuzzed image fits really well…
..great hypnogogic effect!
The space between blinks. Vivid and real as the dark. I love the lucky sock.
This really pulled me in. I loved the fragmented feel of it. Wonderful words choices!