there are nights
sleep comes saying:
there is no room
in your body for me
to rest, no time
for my dreams to sit
at the heart’s table
and write poems
and because there is
no sleep, the heart
quickens, waiting for
the white fist of light
at its flank to clench
into another day
Nice, and so well captured!
Oh those sleepless nights…there will be more to come with different stages of development…enjoyed this one in the series also.
biorhythmic shifts, you find strength you didnt know before, and let the child, innocence, lead. anyway, sleep isnt all its cracked up to be haha
Sleep is a wonderful thing – not fully appreciated until one is missing out on it
The last stanza is awesome.
this is just awesome…if you write poems like this when you can’t sleep..dreams sitting at the heart’s table..love this..
Ugh… but beautifully captured G.
Fantastic Graham!
This is a wonderful description. I like the contrast between the mood in the second and third stanza – an effective play between heart and sleep!