A sleepless night

A sleepless night

08 March 2022

11:39

It has been a hot day

The bedroom curtains are closed, but the windows are slightly open, to allow a cool breath of air, to circulate.

Covered by a single cotton sheet.

My head on the cool cotton pillow.

 

Sleep wont come

Images and thoughts enter my head

Round and round they go

Jumbling and unjumbling

Like they are in a washing machine

 

I have enough to fill two books, or, more

In the morning I must write them all down

Sleep comes with the dawn

 

I wake

Now to record the jumbled dreams

Too late

They all melted with the morning light.

 

 

Wild Rose

March 2022

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

This is soo super relatable to me, i have books and books of muses to write and post but many just disappear into thin air before i can jot them down.
Kudos for a cool fab poem.


Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'The better gems '

[Wild Rose]

Thank you
Yes I will read some of your work

[Ken Simm.]

I know just how you feel here and in some ways it is good to remember the treacle like heat. Not so all the missed opportunities for poems.

[Wild Rose]

Thanks, Ken
I have been away for some time now
I am making attempts to write in between other jobs

[KWP]

yes, well this happens doesn't it - I have such VIVID dreams and crazy creams ...I like the simplicity of your words and the tumble down of forgetfulness when we all try and remember what happened to us the night before.

[KAREN]

I can understand this story! I have so many thoughts, and it's like they melt away and I can't remember them! Well done!

[Wild Rose]

I think that we all get nights like that

[KAREN]

Enjoyed it a lot!

[Crowe]

I never can remember my dreams. Very relatable with a hut, muggy night and to much running through your mind to get to sleep

[Wild Rose]

Those hot muggy nights are returning
Although I am reliably told the road gritters were in action last night

[Betty Hermelee]

so true, I myself have vivid dreams after a tortuous few hours of turning and tossing; some of us get our best sleep in the early morning, befroe the sun creeps up. But then, as I begin to remember those once realistic dreams, they are just a pile of nothing. I like the way you describe your sleep pattern and how you will write all this down on paper in the morn, then blank! "they all melted with the morning light".
Well done.
Best, B

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Betty.
I didn't mention attempting to not wake my partner beside me, sleeping like a log
Siting as a passenger > on a bus or in the back of a car, seeing pictures to draw or paint . you leave them on the bus when you leave

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome!