Sleep is innocent.
It runs, hides in the dark,
is easily frightened by radiators,
the drop of a digital clock.
I have access no longer
to the lull of manifold sheep.
Time zones are corrupted
with a single cunning sock.
Night spins uncountable hours
in a game of blindfold;
I hear your voice in my head,
misidentify your face on purpose,
wanting always to be it.
wanting always to be it.
tk/December 2014
Deliciously soporific R.A.D. Stainforth...
The imagery of sleeplessness is so well woven here.. the first line is brilliant.. I always knew it had to do with radiators.
ReplyDeleteGood, when only one....what if all would liked to be it....game with open eyes....cool poem...better to have sleep back....
ReplyDeletesometimes I just give up and get up! Tag ....you're it!
ReplyDeletewonderful words.....as one who struggles with sleep herself!!
ReplyDelete"sleep hides in the dark"..just love that line and so true sometimes as I try to get rest. Those radiators can sure make some noise.
ReplyDeleteWhat is that sock doing there? I think I found its mate in the washing machine.
ReplyDeleteInnocent sleep does sometimes hide, and when it does, search as we might, it eludes. The ultimate 'it'.
The sense of abandonment may have created an element of defiance and determination! Great write Tess!
ReplyDeleteHank
Gahhh. Just when I was getting over my fear of radiators…Damn you, Tess! I like this poem!
ReplyDeletebrilliantly captured.........
ReplyDeleteNicely expressed. You are so true about sleep & its world! She'll rise up from that time-zone!
ReplyDeleteGood one :)
Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteAnd the photo is yellow wallpaper chilling!
:)
Yes, that's what she's afraid of, the wallpaper...
ReplyDeleteThe hideous wallpaper is enough to keep anyone awake.
ReplyDeleteExactly it!
ReplyDeleteSleep is a metaphor here! Creative indeed! Have a look at my take!
ReplyDeletebeautiful piece..."Night spins uncountable hours
ReplyDeletein a game of blindfold;"...love that...!
I like your words Tess
ReplyDeleteGood one. I like the image of sleep and the lack thereof that is the theme of the writing:)
ReplyDeleteI do so hate it when sleep hides in the dark and leaves me wide awake, when I should sleep. Fun photo this week, and as usual, tastefully delicious poem by you!
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