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CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 06:21 PMTHE CALPIG PRIMITIVE, #10 TOP PRIMITIVE OF 2009Original message My newest poem: On Insomnia my bedholds and entraps struggling and twistingI seek my fatigueI fall over the edgeinto the deepest of sleepawayfrom thesethoughtsthatpursue mysleepless mindeven closed my eyesseemy insomniato quiet the roamingthoughts that possess mean impossible taskthe sky grows ever lighterI amthe victimtrapped inthis© 2010 MLC
Tobin S. (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 06:46 PMTHE DROOPY DRAWERS PRIMITIVEResponse to Original message 1. I hate sleep problems Sometimes I can't sleep when I need to, but then have to when I want to keep rolling. The insomnia is the worst, though. Fortunately, it's not a serious problem for me or I might not get anything done.Nice poem, Peggy. Is this something that you are currently struggling with?
CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 06:58 PMTHE CALPIG PRIMITIVE, #10 TOP PRIMITIVE OF 2009Response to Reply #1 2. My dear Tobin... Yeah, I hate it too. Fortunately, I am not struggling with it on a routine basis...But this one night, I was up twice. It was awful. Normally, I sleep like the dead!Glad you liked my poem.
NanceGreggs (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 07:13 PMTHE MAPLE LEAF ALCOHOLIC PRIMITIVEResponse to Original message 3. You had me at ... My bed holds and entraps.Five words, seemingly simply put, that encompass the history of our lives. How often are we "held" by the thoughts/dreams that we experience beneath the blankets we are loathe to let go of - long after their warmth has faded? How many times do we feel "entrapped" by our own desire to share a bed with someone who, in the light of day, is really just a stranger who we know little of - or who knows us even less?I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I have not always been so fortunate.My bed has too often "held and entrapped". Your words speak to the memory of that experience - now, fortunately, a faded memory. But still there, in the corners of my mind, just the same.
DesertFlower (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 07:26 PMResponse to Original message 4. i've had bouts of insomnia. as usual you're words are beautiful.
"The nation that couldn’t be conquered by foreign enemies has been conquered by its elected officials" odawg Free Republic in reference to the GOP Elites who are no difference than the Democrats
Normally, I sleep like the dead!
Normally, I sleep like the dead!...sleep is when the brain takes a rest...but since DUmmies are already brain dead...why should they sleep?
Another silly poem.
Uh I hate to be a spelling nazi but you misspelled stupid, it doesn't end in a Y
NanceGreggs (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 07:13 PMTHE MAPLE LEAF ALCOHOLIC PRIMITIVEResponse to Original message3. You had me at ...My bed holds and entraps.Five words, seemingly simply put, that encompass the history of our lives.How often are we "held" by the thoughts/dreams that we experience beneath the blankets we are loathe to let go of - long after their warmth has faded?How many times do we feel "entrapped" by our own desire to share a bed with someone who, in the light of day, is really just a stranger who we know little of - or who knows us even less?I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I have not always been so fortunate.My bed has too often "held and entrapped". Your words speak to the memory of that experience - now, fortunately, a faded memory. But still there, in the corners of my mind, just the same.
NanceGreggsHow many times do we feel "entrapped" by our own desire to share a bed with someone who, in the light of day, is really just a stranger who we know little of - or who knows us even less?I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I have not always been so fortunate.
NanceGreggsI share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant.
I'm guessing it's either a bottle of gin or the cat.
