my eyes are open windows
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

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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18 Responses to insomnia

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    spontaneous internal combustion… sigh yup, that is insomnia. Nice!

  2. painting naked beams … that is powerful…and captures so beautifully
    the restless sweep
    of the eyes unfurled roaming across the ceiling
    unable to furl up in sleep

  3. Green Speck says:

    Strong and powerful lines … each of your poems are way too good 🙂

  4. Rhonda says:

    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.

  5. Ha. I struggled with insomnia all last week and you nailed it perfectly! Love your writing. 🙂

  6. boomiebol says:

    impossible to dream
    inside that brilliance

    Love this…spoke out to me. Powerful poem

  7. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    Just excellent.

  8. A beautiful flash of images flung across my thoughts ! I loved it, and YOU ! ~Faithfully Deb

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