So Sleepless

materialized in my head deep into that sleepless night Frank died... only i didnt know about it then.

The ticking wirey black hand has a shadow

 

I hear it stirring the air

 

Sounding like footsteps on the carpet floor

Author's Note

not haiku or anything.. just a sleepless night. Now I know why.

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

if thoughts had a voice this might be the sound they would make, or the road they would travel. What impresses about this poem to me is the reflective nature of it, and the way it captures the slightly surreal character of thought on a sleepless night. The greater the writing skill, the more profound the statement with fewer words. Yours is in evidence here.

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. When sleep is lacking. Mind begin to overwork and we think and hear mystery sounds. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Melinda Weber]

Imaginative and mysterious, love it. Great write :)

[dreaming dame]

Realizing things like that after, you don't know whether to feel good or bad, but it feels like you had some connection to him, or someone close to him. Or something. Well written. So sad.

[Thea]

Wow...A simple and short poem but very stunning...Well done...
:)))

[Yina]

:'( I had no idea at that time. I slept so well I almost feel guilty... but my body has made up for that now already. Been having a terrible time. Love you, girl

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Fascinating write....
has many levels....
great :)