How quickly
a sunny day turns
to being shaken awake
from a dream
you can't recall,
a ferocity you imagine
based on reports
of your screaming.
How easily
a crack opens up,
like the ones
riddling your fingers,
swaddled in band-aids,
burning
and threatening
to swallow you whole.
1.20.2012
night terror
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scary poem this one ... unlike Leonard Cohen maintaining cheerfully that cracks are what lets the light come in ... I tend to go where you've taken us most times ... well done
ReplyDeleteAs one who gets them when I'm particularly stressed, night terrors are no joke. And because I work out of doors in winter (I'm a mail lady), my right thumb tends to crack, and that smarts. It takes forever to heal, too. So you've hit home with this one. (This year my thumb is safe, though...I just started a month off! It is 8 degrees out, with snow predicted. I think I timed it jussst right.)
ReplyDeleteI love that second verse, my fingers hurt now.
ReplyDeleteeden
I love the contrast between the two stanzas... and the depth.
ReplyDeletePowerful stuff, kiddo. Wowzers.
ReplyDeletethanks, friends. appreciate your kindness :)
ReplyDeleteSo you're not sleeping well, either?
ReplyDeleteFrightening, but you captured it well in words.
insomnia swallows me whole
ReplyDeletesleep is this super important part of your life and when you don't get it, it turn s into this monster you have to learn to fight
great poem
the lesson here is: writers need to sleep better!
ReplyDeleteBut then, where would the madness come from?
ReplyDeletei love when i can really feel the words another poet writes...and i felt this piece from start to finish. x
ReplyDeletevery good to hear, though this isn't the best feeling :)
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