Awake to Mistakes, Post-Midnight (and Friday Flash 55)
Awake to Mistakes, Post-Midnight
I’ve done it
all wrong.
Everything–and that–
and, Jesus–that too–
How could I be
such an idiot–
They will know, see–
Sky and night,
God, ceiling,
just take me now–
You who’ve let me ape
a somehow someone,
make earth my new mask,
its cold clay clods
my cover.
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Here’s a poem for Mama Zen’s Word’s Count on With Real Toads–the prompt to write something under 60 words about insomnia–or what you think of when insomniac– Since this is exactly 55 words, I am also posting for the wonderful G-Man–it is never a mistake to do that–
PS–I appreciate that the drawing/photo is best thing about this post! Poor elephant! (As always, all rights reserved.)
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ManicDDaily 
March 6, 2014 at 10:36 pm
Full of sleep-deprived urgency and forced surrender. I enjoy your take on insomnia, k. and I love the illustration with its supreme perspective.
March 6, 2014 at 10:37 pm
yeah, i feel you…when i cant sleep…all the things i should have done usually come back to haunt me…its like they wait til i put my head down…ha
March 6, 2014 at 11:30 pm
Oh dear, that busy brain! But it made a fun read.
March 6, 2014 at 11:31 pm
(grins …The prodigal daughter returns)
Karin…
Welcome Home!!
Yeah, those sleepless, tossy turvey nights are a Bitch!
Loved your wide eyed 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for all that you do
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
March 6, 2014 at 11:58 pm
great drawing. and I love that opening couplet – been.right.there. ~
March 7, 2014 at 12:15 am
Poor, tired, sad elephant – def the best thing on the page 😉
March 7, 2014 at 5:21 am
Insomnia traps us in our faux-godhood, tortures us with iterations of all the ways we failed to live up to the divinity we’re supposed to be master of by day. The illustration is perfect.
March 7, 2014 at 8:25 am
Very powerful piece – just the right length to pack a punch. These are the kind of thoughts that are bound to accumulate during restless nights.
March 7, 2014 at 8:55 am
Oh, those thoughts in the middle of the night can move in circles, can’t they? And one’s mistakes can haunt a person’s sleepless state endlessly!
March 7, 2014 at 9:52 am
You have perfectly captured that never ending loop of the mind. Excellent.
March 7, 2014 at 10:36 am
Yes, that litany of regrets and pointy memories is no lullaby, but a sing-song mosquito buzz of frustration–because of course, you’re always missing the mosquito with those determinedly closed lids that lead nowhere. Sharp and perceptive, and while I love the drawing, I love the words even better, esp ‘..a somehow someone..’
March 7, 2014 at 3:39 pm
I think that the days when the whatifs hunt you through sleep depravation.. yes that’s exactly how it is.
March 7, 2014 at 6:50 pm
Ug – that’s the worst, up all night with your little voices of reproach!