as i lay in bed
willing myself to sleep
the ideas eddy tumultuously
swishing around in my head
like manic quicksilver
i close my eyes
and
the words,
the concepts,
the form;
all creep into my netherworld
looking like a Van Gogh swirl
on this; my not so Starry Night
a cold rain beats at my window
as i berate my sleepless self
i close my eyes
i welcome the spin
the order in my chaos
i pull my blankets
up around my chin
a minor pillow adjustment later
i can spell insomnia
i can smell insomnia
and then
i fall through
the other side
beckoned by the harsh herald
that announces my new morning
Zzzzt
Zzzzt
Zzzzt
Zzzzt
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (4)
In the parody style to "Sounds of Silence" by Simon & Garfunkel: Hello insomnia my old friend Refusing to sleep with me again Because my mind is loudly churning Spouting random stuff instead of sleeping And the nonsense that whirls in my brain Still retains All the power of madness
I can spell insomnia I can smell insomnia Those lines were brilliant! Loved your poem!
How do you make a Van Gogh? Start the engine. 🤣 I like this Brenton. Quite a lot actually. As for Vincent…, him I don’t get so much. Starry Night still looks to me like a 2nd graders painting. Oh well. Great work as always. Pleasant dreams my friend.
This was gorgeous! I love Starry Night and what an image you created!