my eyes are open windows
uncurtained
painting naked beams
across the ceiling
shot from unshaded bulbs
impossible to dream
inside that brilliance
& if I close my lids
the heat
thrown off by this
spontaneous internal combustion
will fuse them closed
locking light in
Susan Daniels Poetry 
spontaneous internal combustion… sigh yup, that is insomnia. Nice!
it really, truly is…the seething mind that will not go to sleep.
painting naked beams …..now that is powerful…and captures so beautifully
the restless sweep
of the eyes unfurled roaming across the ceiling
unable to furl up in sleep
oh, I like your descriptive very much! I wrote this at 0338…but by the grace f coffee, I am awake!
Strong and powerful lines … each of your poems are way too good 🙂
oh, my–thank you so very much.
If you keep making me blush, I am going to start calling you red speck, unless you tell me your name 🙂
I’m there…maybe you can write one where we actually fall to sleep? This one is so true to the very nature of the beast, you might be able to write us to sleep the same way.
worth a shot. Can’t write it now, it might work too well on me this morning! 🙂
Ha. I struggled with insomnia all last week and you nailed it perfectly! Love your writing. 🙂
Thanks so much…now off to get coffee…need it desperately.
impossible to dream
inside that brilliance
Love this…spoke out to me. Powerful poem
Boomie–thanks so much. Nice to see your comments out shining where they belong, not hidden in spam!
Finally :). Thank you
Just excellent.
Jeremy, thank you.
A beautiful flash of images flung across my thoughts ! I loved it, and YOU ! ~Faithfully Deb
Thanks so much, Deb–love you too!