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

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

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

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

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