Wordgathering – Prose – Insomnia

and wanted to give it a try. So here is my attempt on insomnia in the form of a prose poem. 

When the night hours, highlighted by the moon,
merge into early morning hours, one finds himself
untouched by sleep’s hand, the images of horrid
worry expand in front of tired, red, eyes, ones’ mind
will conjure up the bleakest moments of the day before,
no matter the importance……….. even something as simple
as not checking the mail can loom larger than life, 
causing a helpless of doom to fall over ones’ head. 
I can only offer humble advice, as, I, too,
have strained against the yawns, letting the strain
of things to be done in daylight hours, which seem worlds
away from the moment……… one may very well 
stay awake until the morning’s light shines,
glimmers through the windows, at such times,
then a person’s body longs, craves to shut down,
give away to restless sleep. Make your chore
not to plan ahead, for a person’s mind is more 
inclined to make unreasonable decisions,
rather make it a form of art to fall asleep,
even if that means putting the cigarettes away,
allow no more caffeine to enter the system,
dim the lights, shelve the book you dare read,
lay in the most comfortable pose possible,
shut out the world, turn off the television,
close your blood shot eyes, and focus then
on your breathing.  Patiently,
counting each breath, feel the air deep to your core,let your thoughts drift where they may, just as quickly dismiss those
same thoughts, for in mere meditation and focusing on
your tense muscles, exhaling all of the stress from your sore
limbers. Surely, perhaps slowly, sleep will creep upon you
like a thief in the night, stealing your demons away, and when you wake naturally to the light in your face, to start the day anew,
rested even, your mental state will hold you up,the creatures
that jump out at night will seem silly,
so as you stretch and curl out of bed,
you can face the day, start it off with a cup of tea
and go check the mail, sighing relief that nothing of great 
significance couldn’t wait until you were fully ready to take
on this tedious, curious, sad, yet beautifully filled
world of wonders. 

@ donetta sifford 

My attempt at a prose poem as prompted to try a different form from:  http://margoroby.com/2013/07/23/poem-tryouts-content-form/
Prose Poem
“Just as black humor straddles the fine line between comedy and tragedy, so the prose poem plants one foot in prose, the other in poetry, both heels resting precariously on banana peels.”

2 responses

  1. Thank you for stopping by. I don't know the haibun form but would love to study it and learn as much as I can about it. I am always interested in learning different forms and expanding my writing ability as well as my knowledge.

  2. You discuss the topic well. I am one who falls prey to insomnia. I love 'rather make it a form of art to fall asleep,' as I have been learning to do that. It helps.

    Congratulations on your first foray into prose poems. Do you know the haibun form?

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