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Darkness and Insomnia
By BR Chitwood
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Sleep waits with me until
Insomnia might mercifully
Quit its nightly routines,
The tossing and turning
Becoming an unbearable
Stir of stupid body scenes.
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How to position my hands?
My head? My legs? My feet?
My brain goes hither and yon.
The grandfather clock ticks
Off its steady pulsations
As thoughts pound on and on.
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Now, I sit in my Lazy-Boy
Typing out my wariness
With words that rhyme.
My head begins to nod,
Drowsiness comes to tease,
Off again to bed I trod.
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Again, beneath the covers
My body comfortably in
Tune with my mind,
The damned cat pounces
On my naked form and
Decides it’s time to unwind.
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A Restless Poetic Effort by BR Chitwood – October 4, 2019
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Sometimes I think it’s the fate of the aged. We need to sleep, but the mind is much too busy. You’ve captured it beautifully! ♥
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Thanks so much, dear Gwen… (Side note: our escrow has hit a ‘snag’ in awaiting an investor’s decision. Such is the role of ‘Murphy’!) Our trip to Phoenix is delayed… 🙂
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I have had way too many of these nights. Well done.
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And I wish for you, NO MORE SUCH NIGHTS! Be happy, dear Denise.
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🙂
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Thank you… BRC
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It comes with the territory, my man. We should meet up in insomnia land for a drink..
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It’s a ‘date’ – only to raise eyebrows! 🙂
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I’m glad to hear how much trouble you are having with your sleep. Well, not glad for you, but glad for me. At four in the morning (that is my worst time) after a string of nights my Fitbit tells me my average hourly sleep is 4.5 … I’m wondering when the symptoms of mental breakdown are to begin. Will it be this night? Tomorrow. It’s good to get some validation.
BTW, you know better than to sleep naked with a cat in the house!
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There’s a reason for my sleeping naked… Oh, well, what the hell, among all these body wrinkles there are certain parts of me that want no binding elements…hope that answers your BTW, you old rascal! Luv ya, podner! 🙂
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Well done! Can relate… 🙂 xo
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Thanks, Bette…the nights can be long and tedious and frustrating…sorry you relate. You’re too nice a lady to fight the dark night. Best wishes. 🙂
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It rarely happens to me (thankfully), but when it does it gives me a sense of compassion for my dear hubby who struggles with this often. I keep telling him to drink a cup of warm milk before bedtime… Something Grandma used to say. May your nights be filled with sweet dreams, Billy Ray…
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Thank you, dear Bette…
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