Insomnia

A poem about my struggle without sleep.written at 0326hrs,east african time.

The sky above is navy,
stars up above neatly patterned
in a mosaic,
the 'big dog' is barking at king
'scorpio'
and the stars are racing-shooting
across the sky....
the Crickets always seem to be in a contest,
cricketing their soles out(if the have any)
and the cold dew gently pampers my face,
the night air is so fresh,pure and serene,
the silence is so loud,
you can hear your heartbeat.
firefles say silent 'hellows'as they fly by glowing in emerald green,
I'm trying to sleep..but
my eyes wont let me,
there's so much to see
at night than in day.

Reviews

[Joann Conkey]

Very nice! I so agree about the night! I sleep under the stars almost every late late night, because I love to soak up the night! ThankYou for Sharing!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Riddled with fresh perspectives.....i can hear this one recited with vigour, You write very well.

[Laura Maidah]

I'm with you on this one. Mosaic sky is a great touch. King might be cool in caps. Personified. Like a royal monarch. And set in its own line? Just a thought.

[Edmund S. Obumba]

I never thought there was anything interesting aboit being an insomniac..reviews?

[Shandra Sun]

Just love it!
... "the silence is so loud, you can hear your hearttbeat..."
o yes, I know what you mean. I love your style. A little bit humor, light and still going to the deepness of things.