6.7.11

Insomnia

After tonight 
daylight doesn't matter 
only life's eternal darkness


Sprinkles of sand 
fall across my face
blankets of evening
swaddle moon


Mountains grumble
off in the distance
as thieves of dreams
rob me
Posted by wanderer above the mist at 6.7.11
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4 comments:

  1. emmett wheatfallJuly 6, 2011 at 9:47 AM

    Nice. Love this simple 3 stanza poem.

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 6, 2011 at 12:32 PM

    elegant. simple. yet. watch out for those thieves of dreams.

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  3. UnknownJuly 6, 2011 at 4:48 PM

    I like this each stanza could be their own easily. Wonderful words Kelly ~ Rose

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  4. AnnaJuly 7, 2011 at 12:08 AM

    Enjoyed this read; short, yet meaningful.

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