Fragments At 2AM
For Poppy's Prompts Challenge Thingo- January
It’s 2AM.
My endless wrestle
drifting into deep sleep
is filled with bullet holes
so deep.
My hands
busy
in tug-a-war
with
the edge of
my crimson red
patchwork quilt,
again.
**
A heavy body,
with chocolate
and white fur,
weighs down
my warm corner
that was meant
for me.
Thoughts begin
to scatter in my
tired mind eye
like dandelion seeds
caught up in
a forceful
breeze.
**
Two souls
seeking
warming
from the
freezing
temperate
from the man
who set
the frosty degree,
is peacefully sleeping
next to me.
**
My anxious eyes
check the time once more,
has the fingers of
the clock
frozen
too?
**
It’s still 2AM!
Goddamn!
**
Tis a time
to sleep.
Yet my worried thoughts
begin to multiple
in size,
like those ugly
babushka dolls.
**
Heart is racing.
Agitation
is draining
sleep
away.
For the clock
feels like
it's insanely
stuck at
2AM!!!
****
This is for Poppy's January Writing Challenge.
About the Creator
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
Comments (4)
I felt a bit like this last night. Great poem.
So clever to include all in a great poem... "Thoughts begin to scatter in my tired mind eye like dandelion seeds caught up in a forceful breeze."
Gosh this felt so intense and emotional! I loved the part where the man who set the frosty degree is sleeping peacefully. That hit me so hard.
Love the image! So cute. The poem is all too relatable but very well written!! “My hands busy in tug-a-war with the edge of my crimson red patchwork quilt, again.” That was a gorgeous description 💛