Night Brain
Night Brain
Hey you! Night Brain, who cares no whit
for morning’s vows all ‘round,
whose desires drive this body
(though arousal runs aground)–
Be it
for yet another sip–
folly
with my head and plate-full–
or one more check of blue, back-lit,
scratch of escapist soul
that itches like a pox inside,
mosquito swallowed whole,
mistaking screen/glass for the light
at the end of the tunnel.
Night Brain!
How you willfully lame
me– Night
Brain…. I sit in the glooming
now–waiting for you to confide
in me–whisper what’s looming–
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Here’s another (more or less) set of Robert Herrick stanzas for an old prompt of Kerry O’Connor’s and also a “conversation” poem for a new prompt of Kerry O‘ Connor’s, both on Real Toads. (Yes, I call this one a draft–probably any Herrick stanzas of mine need that appellation.)
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ManicDDaily 
June 26, 2014 at 9:26 pm
ha. my night brain roams….it wanders…it is much more wily than my day brain…though it reminds me what the day brain did not get done….smiles.
June 26, 2014 at 9:30 pm
Haunting how that brain roams and wanders! I loved this poem-but hate it when my brain does that! Nicely done
June 27, 2014 at 12:38 am
“Night Brain!
How you willfully lame
me”
that is great – yes. Many nights I can’t turn it off!
June 27, 2014 at 6:17 am
You are really getting this stanza to work for you! I was admiring your phrasing as I was reading – the balance between flow and pause is very good. I often wonder if my night brain is a different entity from my day brain, so this strikes a chord.
June 27, 2014 at 7:56 am
Vry artful in all ways, k. I like the way you used ‘glooming’ and the staccato sort of ‘itchy skin’ feel your images evoke, the antsy irritation that one gets when the night brain is jumping you through its hoops.
June 27, 2014 at 7:59 am
Thanks. One of those poems where the form sort of took over, but always an interesting exercise. k.
June 27, 2014 at 2:37 pm
probably i don’t have a night brain as i sleep like a stone as soon as my head touches the pillow…smiles
June 28, 2014 at 1:35 am
I reckon night brains get called up when roaming through the gloaming and then start doing their work, even on the difficult Herrick form.
I’m grateful for mine and love finding the completed poem when I wake up, as if dropped through the letterbox.
June 28, 2014 at 10:27 pm
Hey Jo-Hanna–I’m sorry your comment went into spam and I didn’t see it. Thanks. k.