3.22.2011

insomnia

if it means
finding a muse
hitching my wagon
soaring
to ever higher altitude
i may never sleep again.
Posted by Marian at 8:23 AM
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9 comments:

  1. NicoleMarch 22, 2011 at 8:26 AM

    Great.
    That means I am so screwed.
    mmm overflowing energy.

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  2. BubbaMarch 22, 2011 at 9:14 AM

    "To sleep, perchance to dream..."

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  3. MarianMarch 22, 2011 at 9:18 AM

    sigh.

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  4. UnknownMarch 22, 2011 at 1:04 PM

    But that is so exhausting!
    I do the opposite.
    If I cannot sleep, I consider it a gift of time, get up, and write.

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  5. Juice BoxMarch 23, 2011 at 1:12 AM

    I know the feeling.

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  6. Brother OllieMarch 23, 2011 at 10:34 AM

    Good one, but as the tired monk sleep is my true lust.

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  7. MarianMarch 23, 2011 at 10:51 AM

    as the sleep-deprived working mother of two small children, i lust for dreamland as well.
    but i like to ride the muse when it arrives, even more. it won't stay forever!

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  8. Bill LeedsMarch 24, 2011 at 3:51 PM

    I like the poem's subtlety. The imagery formed in my brain was very nice. Great job.

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  9. MarianMarch 24, 2011 at 4:21 PM

    aw, thank you. just a little one, about something big.

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