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Insomniac

June 28, 2010
By Hi-5_Girl BRONZE, Moosic, Pennsylvania
Hi-5_Girl BRONZE, Moosic, Pennsylvania
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The sky turns scarlet
And then to black
Purple haze clouds
Minds covered with shrouds
And put on the shelf for the night.
But hark, one’s thought waves still
Resonate in the still night air,
A congregation of ideas
Connecting one insomniac to the other
With revelations that with each new morning
Are forgotten anew.



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meggyt BRONZE said...
on Sep. 24 2010 at 7:57 pm
meggyt BRONZE, Cranford, New Jersey
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Wow! You are a beautiful poet yourself. I can relate to this too - my best poems always come in the middle of the night when I cannot find sleep. I love your metaphors and way of speaking. Truly a lovely and well written piece.